The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, the ink faded to a rusty brown. I had kept it for forty years, folded into a square no larger than a playing card. It was from my father, dated 1893. It said only that I was to take the train to the coast, that the air would help my lungs, and that I was not to return until the cough was gone. I signed the receipt for the storage unit...

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