The Distant Ghost
The document lay on the metal table, the ink still wet in the corners, a stark rectangle of accusation against the scratched steel. You read it twice, your eyes tracing the words *excessive force* and *unauthorized detention*, knowing they were lies, knowing they were also the truth of how they saw you. Major Halloway stood behind you, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his...
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