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... exhausted soldiers, but his mind stayed wired — replaying the same truth over and over:
Power is useless if someone stronger takes it from you.
Two dull patrol blades lay beside his cot. Chipped, uneven, standard issue — gear meant for men expected to die before they wore them down.
He waited until the sky outside the tent turned from black to bruised gray. No watchers. No bunkmates awake. He placed the blades together, the metal still cold from the night.
His pu ...
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