The invitation arrived on a Tuesday, which Arthur felt was the most insulting day of the week — too ordinary for grief, too mundane for ceremony. It was printed on thick cream card, the sort of paper that had survived the war while everything else had not. The words were embossed: "You are cordially invited to a dinner in honour of those who came home." Those who came home. Arthur's fingers...
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