The Wistful Silence

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The rain tapped against the glass of the briefing room, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to echo the emptiness inside your chest. You sat across from Commander Halloway. He did not look at you. He looked at the file on his desk, a thin, manila rectangle that held your life, your reputation, and your freedom. The air was stale, recycled through vents that hummed with a low, indifferent...

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