Title: The Common Ground
The jazz was loud in Harlem, a frantic, golden noise that drowned out the ghosts of the Great War. Arthur sat at the head of a long, scarred wooden table in the basement of an old church. Around him were men and women with hollow eyes and trembling hands—veterans of a conflict that had promised glory and delivered only mud and madness. Arthur had been a captain in the 1st Infantry. He had been...
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