The Distant Wound
The letter was damp at the edges, the ink smudged where my thumb had pressed it. It was not from Thomas. It was from the Registry of Absent Persons, stamped with the red seal of the Directorate. It said Thomas Bradshaw was dead. It said he had deserted to the enemy lines three days prior. It said his name was struck from the family ledger. I held the paper until it tore in my grip, the fibers...
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