The Faded Portrait

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The kettle screamed. It was a thin, high sound. It cut through the silence of the barracks. Sergeant Elias Thorne held the pot. His hands shook. Not from cold. The iron stove roared. It was hungry. It ate the coal. It ate the air. It ate the quiet. Elias poured the water. Steam rose. It curled. It twisted. It looked like a ghost. It looked like a child. He set the cup on the metal table. The...

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