The Distant Whispers

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The ink on the conscription form was still wet when Elias’s father, Arthur, set down his pen. The paper lay flat on the oak desk, a white rectangle in the dim kitchen, listing names in columns that stretched toward the ceiling. Arthur did not look up. He was checking the weight of the signature against the registry, a task that required a steady hand and a dry eye. Elias stood in the doorway, a...

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