The Faded Photograph
I woke with the taste of iron and cold river water in my mouth, the sensation so vivid it made my teeth ache before I even opened my eyes. For a moment, I was not in the damp, soot-stained barracks of the Northern Division, but back in the mud of the trenches, feeling the wet earth seep into my boots, the fog pressing against my face like a living thing that wanted to swallow me whole. I...
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