The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

March 12. I am lying in a narrow bed in St. Jude’s, the sheets stiff with starch that smells of bleach and old stone. I am forty-two years old. My uniform is folded on the chair by the window, the brass buttons catching the pale afternoon light. I am here because the coroner’s report has come, and it has stripped my father of his final dignity. It labels his death "accidental," a fall from the...

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