The Faded Portrait

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You are on your knees in the mud of a trench that does not exist, the soil cold and slick against your palms, the weight of the rifle across your back pressing a bruise into the center of your spine where the bone has always been thinnest, and you are holding something small and square in your left hand, a piece of cardboard no larger than a playing card, its edges softened and darkened by...

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