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🖋️ He was a Staff Sergeant, a mountain of muscle and rules who sneered at the "nurse," but in the second his certainty broke, his eyes went from predator to prey as he saw the ghost of a killer I had buried for nine long years under cheap, gray cotton. For nine years, that old ink was just a shadow on my shoulder. It was buried under layers of sterile scrubs, a story I had decided was over, a name I no longer answered to. Just a quiet, faded scar from another life. But in the rain, with the wat