The Faded Attic
The discharge form lay on the steel table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. It was a standard Ministry of War document, Form 44-B, for the involuntary separation of a service member deemed unfit for duty. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line. His hands, scarred from the mud of the Somme and the shrapnel of the charge, trembled against the cold metal. He wanted to sign. He...
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