The Wear and Tear of Unspoken Orders and the Price of Civilian Alliances in the Gray Desert
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF ALIGNMENT “I’m just trying to finish my meal, what’s your problem?” The words left my mouth flat, devoid of the heat he wanted. My thumb stayed pressed against the condensation on the soda can, feeling the precise point where the aluminum buckled under the small pressure of my grip. Miller…