The Distant Legend
The letter from the War Office lay on the kitchen table of the crumbling Victorian estate like a verdict, its crisp white paper a stark, offensive contrast to the peeling wallpaper and the damp that seeped through the floorboards of the house where Sergeant Elias Thorne had spent the last twenty years acting as the sole guardian of his younger sister, Clara. Elias, forty years old and hollowed...
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