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The rain slicked the tarmac of the staging area, turning the concrete into a black mirror. You stood by the back of the transport, your boots heavy with mud and exhaustion. Around you, the squad gathered. They did not speak. The silence was thick, a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You looked at your hands. They were steady. That was the problem. They were always steady. The...
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