Winter Belonged to Them Again

For two years, I had imagined the moment I would come home. Sometimes it happened in the middle of the night, when I was lying awake beneath the weak hum of fluorescent lights, too tired to sleep and too wired to close my eyes. Sometimes it came during the endless hours when the only voices around me were clipped orders,...

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Published November 2, 2026 · Updated November 2, 2026