The Faded Photograph

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The snow does not fall here, but hangs in the air like a suspended breath, thick and gray, settling on the shoulders of the men who walk the perimeter. You are one of them. Your name is barely spoken, a functional label stamped on a tag that hangs from your neck, lighter than the rifle slung across your chest. You are a guardian, a watcher, a man whose job is to see the edge of the world and...

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