The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 11:07:01 -

You are bleeding. The blood is hot. It soaks the wool of your uniform. It smells of copper and old earth. You hold the wound in your side with one hand. Your other hand grips the hilt of your sidearm. The steel is cold against your palm. The room is small. The walls are close. They press in. The air is thick. It tastes of dust and fear. You are a soldier. You have always been a soldier. Before...

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