The Faded Frontier
The bread was stale. Elias held it up. The crust was hard. White dust fell onto his uniform. He rubbed it away. His fingers were grey. The room was small. The walls were stone. Cold air seeped in. He sat on the cot. The metal frame creaked. Outside, silence. Not peaceful silence. Heavy silence. The kind that presses on your ears. Elias was a sergeant. He had worn the badge for ten years. The...
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