The Wistful Mirror
The campfire roared. It was a good fire. Huge logs of pine. The sparks flew up. They turned into stars. Men ate. They laughed. The meat was tough. The wine was cheap. They were happy. For a moment, they were happy. Elias sat apart. He held his plate. He ate slowly. He looked at the flames. The light danced in his eyes. He was a sergeant. He had a badge. He had a gun. He had a name. He was part...
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