The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-21 02:48:38 -

The rain hammered the asphalt like static on a dead channel. My knees were wet. My uniform was soaked through to the skin, heavy with water and the iron taste of blood. I was on my back, gasping, staring up at the gray sky through the blurred lens of my cracked visor. The crowd was a wall of black umbrellas and angry faces. They were pushing the barricades. I had held the line. I had done my...

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