The Distant Nightmare

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The iron plate sat upon the oak table, heavy as a verdict, its surface etched with the crest of the Union and the name of a man who no longer existed, a name that had been scraped away and replaced, then scraped away again, leaving only a ghost of metal under my thumb where the brass had worn thin, a tactile scar that mapped the topography of my failure, for I am a soldier who has forgotten how...

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