The Man Who Was Everyone
The morgue smelled of carbolic acid and something older, something that had nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with the quiet certainty that every man in this room had once believed he was indispensable. Arthur Thorne opened his eyes and saw a tin ceiling stained with water damage, the kind of stain that looks like a map of a country that doesn't exist. He tried to sit up. His...
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