The Wistful Letter

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The hall was a cathedral of noise and sweat. We stood in a circle, the floorboards creaking under the weight of our boots, the air thick with the scent of old wool and pipe tobacco. It was a feast of camaraderie, a final hurrah before the silence of retirement took me. The chandeliers above swayed gently, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like grasping hands. I watched them. I watched...

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