The Fraying Edge of Honor and the Quiet Reverberations of a Forgotten Soldier’s Earned Grace
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE RIBBON The metallic rattle of the subway car pulsed upward through the rubber-scuffed floorboards, vibrating into the worn brass collar of Arthur’s wooden cane. He didn’t look up. At eighty-one, you learned to read the world through its structural frictions—the screech of steel flange against a curved track, the…