The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the yard into a slick, sucking brown that clung to my boots with a persistence that felt personal. I stood in the narrow hallway of the outpost, my kit bag heavy on my shoulder, waiting for the signal lamp to flash the final confirmation of my transfer. I was forty years old, a sergeant of twenty-two years, and I wanted only to walk...

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