Chapter 53 · for subscribers
Twenty-three blank certificates, pre-signed, carried in a coat so that a tired man would not have to be woken twice in a night. Nine hundred and forty things he had signed since the gate opened, and she had counted them out loud at him at five that morning as if it were a joke between them. Nine hundred and forty-one was in the fold. It had her name on it already, and it was the only one of the twenty-three that had been filled in.
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