The Faded Photograph

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The mud was cold, a wet, gritty paste that seeped through the thin soles of your boots and into the bone of your feet, a physical weight that anchored you to the earth while your mind floated in a red, humming haze. You stood at the edge of the trench, the wire stretched taut and slick with rain across the no-man’s-land, and there, on the other side, a boy no older than sixteen crouched in the...

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