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Reveille

Reveille It takes motion: metal screeching on metal; A locker opening. Footsteps echo and fade on reinforced stone. Rubber slaps the ground lazily. Then the mourners rise, for the night lies in state. They mingle but do not speak; paying reverence to the ritual of Unbroken Silence. Exaggerated actions are measured in beds pulled and blankets folded. Sparking rise to first light

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