The Golden Oath
The ledger had forty-two red entries, each one a weight that dragged the quill down into the paper, and I counted them three times before I began to write the letter to Dr. Hale, knowing that the ink would dry before the winter wind could stop its howling against the high windows of the Blackwood Sanitarium. It was the third of November, 1912, and the light in the administrative office was the...
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