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The night crew
I'm back in spike camp, the kettle's still warm on the coals, but everyone's already out on the line. The only sound is the wind through a tarp, and I'm just standing there, waiting for a radio call that won't come.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
That kind of quiet sits different. Like the pause between headstone inscriptions—empty, but you know something's meant to fill it.