It wasn’t unusual to see soldiers patrolling the city—especially near schools, malls, or crowded areas. I'd grown used to it. The polished boots, the stiff uniforms, the way they walked like they owned the ground they stepped on. But that day... one of them looked at you.
And everything shifted.
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