The Golden Mirror
We had been standing in the corridor of the barracks for three minutes, the silence stretching out between us like a taut wire that hummed with a frequency only our dying ears could hear. I looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time in twenty years of shared duty and shared silence, and I saw not the man I had served under, but the ghost he was becoming, a translucent outline of...
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