The Wistful Mountain

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The letter lay on the steel table, its edges curling in the dry air of the dispatch room. It was a standard form, white paper, black ink, but the weight of it felt heavier than the metal beneath it. You read the first line three times, your eyes tracing the serifed letters until they blurred. The Committee had reviewed your service record. They had found discrepancies in your combat logs. You...

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