The Wistful Throne

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March 14, 1954. I held the discharge papers in my hand, the ink still wet and black against the white cotton of the form, a stain that would not wash out of the skin. The paper smelled of dust and the cold iron of the filing cabinet where it had lain for three years, waiting for a signature that never came. I folded it into a square, small as a matchbook, and put it in my breast pocket, next to...

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