The Distant Ghost
The radio crackled, a dry, static-filled hiss that cut through the thin, cold air of the high desert checkpoint. You stood behind the concrete barrier, your knees locked in a rigid, painful line, trying to keep your weight off the left one which was swelling with a dull, throbbing heat that had become your constant companion over the last six months. The uniform was stiff with dust, the fabric...
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