The Wistful Saga
The fluorescent light in Room 4 buzzed with a sound that seemed to drill directly into the base of my skull, a high-pitched whine that had been constant for the last three hours and was beginning to feel less like noise and more like a physical weight pressing against my temples. I sat across from Major Halloway, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking, and I looked at the...
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