The Faded Portrait

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The order was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the ink still sharp against the paper. I held it in my left hand, the one that did not tremble, and read the words for the third time. *Securing the Treaty Line. Immediate Deployment. Black Ridge.* It was a bureaucratic thing, cold and dry, smelling of the office where it had been stamped. I folded it into my coat pocket, next to the locket....

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