The Wistful Silence

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The radio crackled. Static. White noise. Elias sat in the back of the Humvee. His hands were steady. He adjusted the strap on his vest. The nylon bit into his shoulder. A small pain. A real thing. He was a sniper. That was the job. The engine hummed. Low. Constant. Like a bad tooth. Across from him, Marcus leaned forward. He tapped the glass. The desert blurred. Orange. Red. Dust. "Think you...

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