The Wistful Voyage

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The rain hit the glass. It sounded like static. I looked at the plant on the desk. It was dead. The leaves were brown and crisp. They crumbled under my thumb. I held the pot. It was cold. "Are you ready, Sergeant?" I looked up. Major Halloway stood in the doorway. He wore a grey uniform. It was clean. Too clean. My uniform was stained. Mud. Dust. Sweat. "I am, sir," I said. My voice was flat....

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