The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

In the dry heat of the War Office anteroom, you hold the pension claim form, the paper yellowed and brittle in your sweating palms, the ink on the service dates already bleeding into a brown smear. The room smells of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of fear, a smell that has lived in the back of your throat since you left the mine shafts three days ago. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty...

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