A novel by Rich Schaffer
WearingtheWhite
1933 — 1955
Every wish was granted.
That was the problem.
He was given something he did not pay for. He spent the next twenty-two years being billed.
It only ever asks one question.
The terms
Nothing was refused him. The refusals arrived later, quietly, from somewhere else — one thing taken for every thing given, and never the thing he would have offered.
What is done cannot be undone.
There is a house at the edge of the woods.
Forty rooms. One door kept locked from the outside.
Recovered pages
None of yesterday makes any sense.
I must tell somebody.
The big day.
I will never forget its face.
The beginning to the end.
When is it going to stop?
One way or another this needs to end.
Something below the house is keeping count.
What is your name?
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