Part 1 — The Land Nobody Saw, Except Him
Harold Whitman had lived a life that demanded endurance. Seventy-two years had taught him patience, taught him to bear the weight of loss, of war, and of time itself. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared him for the cruel, whispering authority of a letter that arrived on a Monday morning.
Thirty days. That was …
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