The Distant Journey

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The ledger lay open on my desk, its spine cracked and soft as old bread. I ran my thumb over the entry for November: *Provisions, General Ward. £450.* The ink was fresh, a blue so dark it looked like a bruise. I had been staring at that number for an hour, my heart hammering against my ribs like a bird trapped in a cage of bone. My name is Arthur. I am forty-two years old, and I have served the...

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