The Geometry of Forgotten Men and the Slow Mending of a Fractured Soldier
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF A GLOVE “Stand down, sir,” the younger man said. His voice didn’t shake, but it had the strange, thin quality of water running over river rocks in mid-January. Arthur didn’t move. The heels of his boots were wedged into a jagged split in the asphalt, the rubber soles worn down…