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The third time it happens, it’s not shock that fills her. Not even disbelief. It’s more a sort of tiredness, the desire to pull the covers over her head and forget about everything. And underneath that weariness, an old hurt, … Continue reading
It was war. It was not glory and heroics, not good against evil, not the brave who would win. It was blood and fire and smoke and death. God, so much death.