The Faded Photograph

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The mud did not feel like earth; it felt like a living thing, thick and cloying, swallowing the boots of the men who walked ahead of me into the grey, endless mist. We were moving through the highlands, a stretch of land so desolate and wind-scoured that it seemed to exist outside of time, a place where the air itself had a weight that pressed against the lungs. I was twenty-three years old,...

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