Chapter 65 · for subscribers
I wrote that on a stone in the grove a mile below this gate and a half hour before this light, and it is up here on my post in my own hand and the dust is still bright. There is no fifteenth column ruled beside it. Since the morning the count froze there has always been one more column waiting with its head blank, and this is the first dawn since the count froze that the post has stopped asking for the next name.
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