The Distant Journey
The iron gate of Dover station did not shatter; it merely stood, a rigid line of black metal against the pale, indifferent sky, separating the living from the departing. Captain Elias Thorne, forty-five and stiff with the cold, watched his son Julian, twenty-two and vibrating with the nervous energy of the untested, board the troop train. Elias had come not to say goodbye, but to execute a...
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