The Faded Photograph

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The count had been going on for three hours, a tedious tally of sandbags and spent shell casings that Elias Thorne performed with the mechanical precision of a man trying to drown out a sound in his own head. He was thirty-two, a sergeant with a jaw set tight enough to crack a walnut, and he wanted the promotion to lieutenant with the desperate, clawing hunger of a man who had spent ten years...

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