The Distant Legend
October 14, 2024 The Feast of the Line was a loud affair, the kind of celebration that smells of cheap beer and expensive ambition. We ate in the breakroom, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I wanted the transfer to the interior post, the quiet one in the valley where the wind doesn’t taste like dust and the coughing fits come less often. My...
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