The Medicine
The pharmacy was small. That was the first thing you noticed when you walked in. Not small like a boutique or a specialty shop—small like a room you might pass without seeing, tucked between a laundromat and an abandoned hardware store on a street that nobody drove down anymore unless they had to. Frank Delaney was behind the counter, counting pills. He had been counting pills for six years,...
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