The Marathon of Faith
I. The letter arrived on a Tuesday, stamped with a French postmark that had traveled farther than anything I had ever carried. It was addressed to me—Thomas O'Connor, 42 Merritt Street, Boston—but the handwriting inside belonged to a man who had been dead for eighteen months. Sergeant Daniel Reeves wanted his journal delivered to the memorial hall at Grand Central Station. Two hundred miles....
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