The Distant Promise

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The stone bit into my shoulders. We were moving the wall. It was the fourth night. The cold was a physical thing. It had teeth. It gnawed at the bone. I felt it in the marrow. In the deep places. I am an exile. That is what they called me. A man without a country. A ghost with a name. My name is Arthur. It is a heavy name. It sits on the tongue like a stone. The war had taken my home. It had...

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