The Distant Garden
The alarm did not ring; it detonated, a sonic shrapnel that shattered the silence of the barracks and the sleep of your body simultaneously. You were on your feet before the dust from the ceiling had settled, your uniform already half-latched, the cold damp of the concrete floor seeping through the thin soles of your boots as you moved with the mechanical precision of a man who has long ago...
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