"Like a lot of men of that generation, he never really recoved"
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"A promise... made by my grandfather"
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"Now here was John, his boy, another chance"
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"In the tree above him they disturbed a roosting crow, which erupted from the branches with an explosive bang of its wings, then rose up above him towards the sky, its harsh, ambiguous call coming back in long, grating waves towards the earth, to be heard by those still living"
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