The Faded Photograph
The inspector’s voice cut through the steam of the platform like a blade through wet wool, sharp and final. "Colonel Vance, your application for medical discharge has been reviewed and rejected." Arthur stood rigid, his uniform pressed tight against a chest that felt too small for the weight of the silver pocket watch in his breast pocket, the metal cold against his ribs. He looked at the young...
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