They Ordered Her To Remove The Uniform—And The Tattoo Silenced The Room

cotton from a thousand washes, its lines holding the ghosts of sweat, blood, and fear. I’d debated whether to wear it. Technically, as a civilian contractor, I had authorization. Mercer had sent me the paperwork, made it official. But wearing it felt like putting on someone else’s clothes, someone who had died a long time ago.

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