The orders came dressed as mercy, but they felt like a verdict. No combat, no firefightsโjust desks, databases, and the cold hum of fluorescent lights. Markets rallied. Politicians smiled. Cameras caught the razor wire only in the background. The mission was branded humane, efficient, bloodless. But every form signed, every file closed, pushed someone closer to an unmarked flight, a silent departure, a family split in the dark. In this new theater of war, success isnโt counted in lives saved, but in cases โprocessed,โ planes filled, and budgets balanced. The numbers look clean. The conscience does nโฆ They arrive in...
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