The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain hit the window of the bunker with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a fist, knuckles white against the glass. You sat in the corner, your back against the cold concrete, the weight of the uniform heavy on your shoulders. It was not a burden of cloth, but of history, of duty, of the specific, unyielding geometry of your role as the last line of defense. The room was...

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