The Wistful Mountain

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The letter was thin, the paper cheap and yellowed, the ink faded to a bruised purple. It was a form, Form 14-B, Notification of Final Review, and it sat on the linoleum counter of the outpost kitchen, next to a cold cup of coffee and a half-eaten tin of sardines. You read it three times, your eyes tracing the bureaucratic stiffness of the sentences. Your service years were listed: twenty-two....

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