The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-21 11:14:15 -

The rain hits the glass. Hard. Cold. You are in the cell. The light is dim. Yellow. Sickly. You sit on the bench. Your hands are in front of you. You look at them. They are shaking. You are Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw. You are the best. You have always been the best. Your uniform is clean. Your boots are polished. But your mind is a mess. You hear a voice. It is not your voice. It is the Captain....

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