The Golden Song
The letter lies on the kitchen table, the ink still wet where Arthur’s hand has trembled against the paper, a stark black confession against the yellowed blotter that Clara bought for three dollars at the general store last spring. It is a date entry, March 14th, 1912, and the words are arranged with the careful, deliberate spacing of a man trying to prove he is still sane, trying to show that...
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