The Faded Frontier
The watch was already cracked before I handed it over, a spiderweb of fracture lines running across the face like a frozen river in late winter. It was a heavy thing, brass-cased and thick with the weight of hours I could no longer bear to count. I had worn it for twenty years, through the mud of the border skirmishes and the sterile, humming silence of the interrogation rooms. Now, sitting in...
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