The Distant Whispers

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The train cut through the night like a blade through cold water, and I sat in the corner of the first-class compartment, watching the dark shapes of the English countryside rush by in a blur of black and gray. My hands were resting on my knees, still steady, though my heart hammered against my ribs with a rhythm that felt foreign, too fast, too loud. I had been a soldier for twenty years. I had...

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