The Golden Farce
The alarm did not ring so much as it tore through the silence of the barracks, a jagged, electronic shriek that ripped the morning open before the sun had even thought to climb over the grey, leaden hills that surrounded our isolated post. I was already awake, or perhaps I had never truly slept, because for the last three years my mind had been a place of constant, low-grade vigilance, a state...
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