The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 22:00:17 -

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The dream was gone. But the weight remained. It sat on my chest. Heavy. Cold. I sat up. The tent was dark. Rain tapped the canvas. A soft, persistent drumming. Like fingers on glass. I looked at my hands. They were bare. The calluses were deep. Brown lines in the skin. I flexed them. They moved. No pain. Only the memory of pain. I stood. My boots were...

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