The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The count was three stitches. That is how Elias Thorne measured the morning: three stitches to close the split in his knuckles, three days until the pension board, and three years since he had last seen a man die without a court martial. He sat on the edge of his cot in the barracks, the wool blanket coarse against his shins, and watched the sap oozing from the fissure in his left hand. It was...

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