The Wistful Campus

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The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the quiet of the early morning that shattered the glass of my dreams and forced me into the cold, damp reality of the barracks. I was standing in the mud before I had fully opened my eyes, my boots already laced tight, my hands shaking not from fear but from the violent suppression of a reflex that had kept me alive for twenty years. I am a...

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