The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The clock on the wall ticked. One second. Two seconds. Three. I counted them because counting kept the hands from shaking. I was thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the Ninth Penal Battalion, and I had one hour left before the morning roll call. In that hour, I needed to send a letter. Just one. To my father, who was dying in a bed in Leeds, who had written to me three weeks ago saying his...

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