The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

You wake in the transport. The air is stale, recycled, tasting of ozone and old sweat. Your head throbs against the hard plastic seat. You are not alone, but the other men in the van are silent. They stare at the floor. You stare at the window. The road is a gray smear outside. You are a soldier. Or you were. The distinction feels academic now. The uniform is gone. The rank insignia is gone....

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