The Faded Photograph

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2026-08-20 05:49:54 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth, a heavy, grey weight that turned the muddy trench into a slurry of clay and rot, and I was standing waist-deep in it, my hands slick with the cold, the mud sucking at my boots with a sound that was almost wet, almost alive, as I waited for the order that would send me forward or keep me here in the dark. I had been a soldier for...

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