The Distant Garden

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The letter was a slab of grey paper. It sat on the dashboard like a stone. I did not pick it up. I could not. My hands were trembling, not from the cold, though the wind off the highway was sharp enough to cut the skin, but from the weight of what the words meant. They were not words anymore. They were a command. A final, quiet erasure. I am a soldier. I have always been a soldier. Not of a...

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