The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The letter lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and old paper. It was a requisition form, standard issue, listing the cost of a new pair of boots for a private in the infantry: twelve pounds, four shillings. Elias Thorne looked at the figure, then at the envelope tucked behind it, which held a telegram from the hospital in Leeds. His father’s condition had...

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