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The hallway was loud. Just after lunch, cadets were rushing back and forth. Some shouting at their friends to grab their scourge. Others laughing loudly at some joke they overheard told by one of the War College soldiers walking by the other day as their unit jogged past in formation. Boots pounded out an incoherent rhythm and jackets swished as they were tugged on by tired hands. Whispers mixed with idle chatter. Doors opened and closed. Furniture squeaked and gear rattled. The hustle and bustle was mindless and draining. Background noise that could drive a person crazy or calm them down with the familiar beats. Be as loud as a jet taking off or easily ignorable to the point of not even existing in a person’s mind. Raelle huddled close to the telephone, shoulder dipped and turned in a desperate attempt to block out whatever bit of sound she could. The receiver was pressed hard to her ear, and she clung to the mouthpiece inches from her slightly quivering lips. Her tongue darted out to wet them, tasting the remnants of coffee and the ham sandwich served in the mess hall, and she peeked around before turning to fully face the wall the public phone was hooked to.

Fics like The Old Cemetery Past the Farmers' Market

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