The Distant Summer
I woke in the grey, breathing air that tasted of iron and old rain, and I knew, with the cold certainty of a man who has walked too far into the dark, that I had crossed a boundary that was not meant to be crossed. The world here was not the world I had left behind, the one with its rigid lines of duty and the heavy, comforting weight of the uniform, but a place where the sky hung low and heavy...
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