The Distant Journey

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Thorne. The word was not shouted; it was spat into the mud by a voice that had lost its volume along with its patience, and Elias Thorne did not turn, for his eyes were fixed on the white face of his son, Julian, who lay in the crater of a shell burst that had opened the earth like a wound. It was 1912, and the light was the flat, greyish yellow of a winter afternoon that refused to break,...

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