The camera slowly pushes in on the two men. Lyman shakes his head stubbornly while Charles’s mouth moves rapidly in a silent, heated tirade. His finger trembles with rage. In the background, the tiny figures of soldiers march in unison, their bayonets glinting occasionally in the dull light. The wind rustles the tall grass around the porch, adding a sense of restless energy. Off-screen voiceov...
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