The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The staff room at St. Jude’s smelled of burnt coffee and industrial lemon cleaner, a scent that had seeped into my clothes over three years of night shifts. I was forty-two, a janitor who knew the hospital better than the doctors did, and I sat at the long plastic table with my hands wrapped around a dented aluminum soup pot. It was the only thing I owned that my mother had touched after the...

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