The Faded Portrait

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The mortar shell did not explode with the thunderous, cinematic violence one might expect from the history books, but rather with a wet, sucking sound, like a heavy boot being pulled from deep mud, and in that singular, suspended moment before the concussion wave reached the cellar, I understood that the war had finally entered the room where I kept the things that mattered, the things that had...

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