The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-19 03:40:02 -

"Put it on," he said. I looked at the uniform. It lay on the table. It was white. Not dirty white. Not aged white. It was the white of snow in winter. It was the white of a bone. It was the white of a ghost. "It is warm in here," I said. "Put it on." My hands shook. I reached for the collar. The fabric was cold. It smelled of dust. It smelled of time. It smelled of him. I have been a soldier...

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