The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-18 23:42:59 -

The banquet hall smells of roasted lamb and stale sweat, a thick, cloying perfume that settles in the back of your throat like a stone. You sit at the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, the knuckles white, the skin stretched tight over the bones beneath. It is a celebration for the newly commissioned officers of the Seventh Regiment, a night designed to wash away the grime of the...

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