The Faded Root
The list on the desk was written in a hand I recognized as my own, though the ink had dried to the color of dried blood. It itemized the debts of the St. Jude’s Municipal Asylum for the quarter ending October, 1912: three hundred pounds for coal, two hundred for the feeding of the indigent, and a single line at the bottom, crossed out and re-written in a jagged scrawl, reading "Thorne, E. -...
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