The Distant Summer

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I counted the hours. Twenty-two years. I counted them in shifts, in paydays, in the slow erosion of my knees. I was forty-five, a sergeant in the old guard, and I wanted to keep my position until my brother’s funeral next week. My hands shook, a sign of the rot, but I stood straight. The uniform was tight across the shoulders, worn thin at the elbows, mirroring my own fraying edges. I touched...

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