The Distant Whispers

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The banquet hall smells of roasted lamb and stale beer, a thick, cloying aroma that clings to your throat as you stand rigid in the corner, your uniform crisp but your soul frayed by the weight of the badge you no longer trust. Around you, the officers and their families laugh, their voices clashing in a cacophony of privilege that feels like a physical assault on your senses, each word a sharp...

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