The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The transfer request form lay on the desk, the paper thin and brittle under my finger. I signed my name, the ink bleeding slightly into the fibers, a small stain that looked like a bruise. I had to secure this position before the medical board met on Thursday. If they saw the tremor in my left hand, the one that started after I hid the stress fracture in my wrist, they would send me to the...

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