The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The cough started as a whisper. Then it became a scream. I held the ledger tight against my chest. The leather was cold. The ink was wet. I was a man of numbers. I was a man of order. The fever did not care for order. "Stop moving," the doctor said. His voice was dry. Like sand on stone. I could not stop. My hands shook. The pen slipped. I caught it. I wrote the date. I wrote the balance. I...

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