The Faded Photograph

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I counted the stitches in the tear of my left sleeve as I dressed, twenty-three in all, a rough count that matched the number of years I had served the Crown, a tally that felt less like a statistic and more like a debt accruing interest in the dark. The smell of the room was sharp, a mix of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of the ironing board I had not moved in three days, a...

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