The Wistful Witness

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"You are a traitor to the uniform, Sergeant." The voice was not loud. It did not need to be. It hung in the thin, freezing air of the high desert like a blade suspended by a thread. I stood before the command tent, my boots caked in the red dust that had stained my hands for three days. The wind howled through the canvas, a low, mournful groan that sounded less like weather and more like a...

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