Tony Hart

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Stephen stood up. He said forcefully, ‘I saw your face that July morning we attacked at Beaumont. I took my orders from you at the head of the communication trench.’ ‘And?’ ‘I looked in your eyes and there was perfect blankness.’ Gray, for the first time since Stephen had known him, seemed wrong-footed. He coughed, and looked down. When he could meet Stephen’s eye again, he said, ‘Those are intimate moments.’ Stephen nodded. ‘I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.’
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