The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I counted the hours in the dark of the barracks, a rhythmic tapping of my fingernails against the cold iron of my bedframe, each strike a small, dry crack in the silence that told me I had twelve hours left before the morning roll, a time I had spent for twenty-two years standing still while the world moved around me, waiting for the day I could trade this rigid discipline for the salt air of...

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