The Border of Memory

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The wind in the Ardennes forest tasted of iron and old snow. Adrian moved through the ruins of a village that no longer had a name, his boots crunching on the blackened remains of a church. He carried a small, silver locket containing a photograph of a woman whose name he could almost remember. He had woken up in a field hospital three years ago with a shattered leg and a mind like a broken...

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