The Distant Journey
The room is loud. It is too loud. You stand by the wall. You hold your glass. It is heavy. The ice clinks. The sound is sharp. It cuts the air. Around you, they drink. They laugh. The laughter is bright. It is fake. It is a weapon. You are a soldier. You wear the uniform. The cloth is stiff. It chafes the skin. It binds the arms. You move carefully. You do not wish to spill the wine. The wine...
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