kept the house quiet.
But General Hail’s face told me there was more.
The marshal opened the door.
I went in.
Every step hurt enough to make the room go white at the edges. I locked my elbows. The medals on my jacket clicked once. I hated that sound. Too neat. Too ceremonial. My body was a bag of broken parts and the Army had put brass on it.
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