The Faded Photograph

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He woke in the dark. The train was moving. Wheels clattered. Stone. Dust. He was Sergeant Elias Thorne. He was not here. He was in a field of gray grass. The sky was the color of old iron. A bird screamed. Once. Then silence. Elias closed his eyes. The dream bled into the reality. The smell of coal smoke. The taste of rust. He opened his eyes. The cabin was cramped. Wood. Sweat. Fear. Across...

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