The Faded Portrait
The rain had been falling for three days when I finally stripped the uniform from my body, laying the heavy wool and the brass buttons on the cold oak floor like a shed skin. I stood in the center of the living room, shivering not from the draft that leaked through the window frames but from the sudden, terrifying lightness of being unarmored. The house, which had felt like a fortress of...
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