The Faded Photograph

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The ink was still wet. I held the card. My thumb pressed the corner. The paper curled under my weight. It was a photograph. Black and white. Faded at the edges. The image showed a man. He wore a uniform. The cap had a brass badge. It was me. Or it was. The face was right. The jaw was set. The eyes were hard. I recognized the scar on the chin. I did not recognize the look in the eyes. They were...

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