The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-18 01:15:25 -

The ink on the ledger was dry. It had been dry for three days. I held the book in my hands, the leather cover worn smooth by the thumb of a dead man. My name was Arthur Vance. I was a Sergeant in the Border Watch. My duty was to keep the line. The line was a strip of mud and wire and silence. Today, the line was broken. My superior, Major Halloway, stood before me. He did not shout. He did not...

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