The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

"You look like hell, Miller." The voice is gravel. It scrapes against the silence of the ward. I do not turn around. I know the weight of the man standing there. I know the way his shadow falls across the linoleum, long and dark as a bruise. I keep my eyes on the IV drip. The fluid falls. Drop by drop. A steady, rhythmic pulse. It sounds like a clock ticking down to zero. "Go away, Sergeant," I...

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