The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-20 09:31:27 -

The porridge had been cold for three days, a grayish mound in the chipped enamel bowl that sat on the edge of my bunk like a stone. I did not eat it. I watched it. The air in the barracks was thick with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of the uniforms we wore, making us all smell like the earth we were supposed to be...

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