The Distant Journey
The ledger showed three days’ rations, two tins of bully beef, and one bottle of stale gin. Elias Thorne counted them again, his fingers tracing the ink on the damp paper, waiting for the numbers to change. They did not. He was Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and he had marched six miles through the sleet to Blackwood Barracks to retrieve his brother’s service records. The...
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