The Wistful Silence

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The rain against the glass of the helicopter was not falling so much as being eroded, a constant, high-frequency static that blurred the coastline into a smear of grey and white, and you sit in the back of the chopper, your uniform pressed with the severity of a man who has spent thirty years learning that discipline is the only shield against the chaos of the world, watching your own...

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