The Wistful Dinner

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The table was a slab of dark oak, scarred by decades of cutlery and spills, and upon it sat the meal that had defined my existence since the day I first pulled on the uniform, a repast of salted pork and root vegetables, heavy with the grease of duty and the silence of a man who has forgotten how to speak to anyone but the enemy, and I sat across from my brother, Thomas, whose hands shook with...

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