The Distant Whispers

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The champagne in my glass had gone flat, a dull, golden sediment at the bottom, mirroring the taste of the celebration in the air. I stood at the edge of the banquet hall in the district headquarters, my uniform pressed and polished, yet I felt the rough, splintered grain of the fence posts back on the homestead under my fingertips. The room was a blur of warm light and clinking silverware, a...

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