The Faded Frontier

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The rain hit the pavement in sheets. I saw the brass. It was a pocket watch. No. A pocket watch was not enough. It was a heart. Made of brass. Engraved with names. I reached out. My hand shook. The rain was cold. The street was wet. I was wet. The crowd pushed. They pushed me. They did not see the brass. They saw a man. A strange man. A man with mud on his coat. "Move," someone said. I did not...

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