The Faded Photograph

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You wake in the mud of a trench that does not exist on any map, the air thick with the metallic taste of rain and the low, guttural hum of a war that has been raging for centuries, and you realize with a cold, sinking clarity that you are not a soldier but a guard, a sentinel whose job is to keep the dark at bay while the world sleeps, and the weight of the armor you wear is not made of iron...

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