The Distant Journey

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The rain hit the corrugated roof in a steady, rhythmic drumming. It was a sound I had learned to love. It was a sound that hid everything. The air inside the bunker smelled of damp wool and old iron. I sat on the metal cot. My hands were still. They were always still. That was the job. You kept your hands still. You kept your eyes open. You waited. Outside, the storm raged. The wind tore at the...

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