The Distant Summer

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The brass on the uniform jacket had begun to tarnish before I even left the barracks. It was a dull, sickly green, creeping into the creases of the buttons like mold. I kept my hand on the lapel as I walked through the town of Oakhaven, feeling the weight of the metal against my palm. It was a heavy thing to carry, a badge of authority that felt increasingly like a shackle. The summer heat was...

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