I first saw Arthur Winter in a waiting room. Not in any dramatic...

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I first saw Arthur Winter in a waiting room. Not in any dramatic way—there was no lightning strike, no swell of music, no moment that felt like the beginning of something. It was a Tuesday in November

He looked tired. That's what I noticed first. Not exhausted—the kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix. The kind of tired that lives in the bones. He was maybe twenty-five, thin in the way that suggests he eats when he remembers to, wearing a jacket that was nice once but had been worn down to its seams. He carried a leather case—medical, I assumed, though I wouldn't have been able to identify...

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