I had a kind of premonition, even before a word was said, that things were about to shift.
Fiction
The world must appear strange as you peer through our hero’s eyes. Your eyes now.
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Unrelenting snow, bottomless drinks, unexpected acquaintances, and strange sights.
They were no longer comrades, but post-conflict combatants. The war is over, he said, a phrase he would keep repeating throughout the day without emotion. It’s over.
Today I heard five Shakespearean insults walking along the corridor, and if I hear one more, it will be a good day, an even day.
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