The Golden Suspect
The wind cuts through your jacket. It is a thin cut. It does not stop. You are walking. The road is gravel. The gravel is sharp. It bites your boots. You do not feel the pain. You feel the cold. You are a soldier. You have been a soldier for twenty years. You are also a father. You have been a father for thirty-five. These two roles are at war. The war is inside you. It has been there for a...
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