The Faded River
The meat was red and wet, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of the commissary kitchen, a visceral testament to the biological necessity that underpins the rigid hierarchy of our deployment, and you stand there, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the profound, crushing weight of the social bias that has seeped into the very marrow of your uniform, a bias that the...
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