The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

You hold the tin in your hands, the metal cold and unyielding against your palms, and the smell of it cuts through the damp air of the trench like a blade. It is not food, not truly, but a thick, dark paste that smells of burnt sugar and sulfur, a concoction that the men in the rear called the Black Balm. You are a soldier, or you were, before the world turned strange and the line between the...

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