The Faded Photograph

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The rusted pocket watch sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, its brass casing cold against the sweat-slicked skin of his fingers. The metal was pitted with oxidation, the glass face cracked but still ticking with a steady, mechanical rhythm that seemed too loud in the silence of the trench. Elias held it up, watching the second hand sweep across the numerals, a small, defiant pulse against the chaos of...

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