The Dual Identity
ACT I The mud was on his shoes. Dr. Abigail Chen would never have known about the mud. She was not in his apartment that morning. She was in her office on the Upper East Side, reviewing the notes from her last patient's session, preparing for the appointment she had scheduled with a new patient at eleven o'clock. But the mud was on the shoes. Brown, clotted, earthy. The kind of mud that existed...
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