The Reclamation of Stillness

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The procedure did not feel like falling asleep. It felt like being unmade. Vera Cross—no, Vera Weiss, she had to keep reminding herself of the name she was born with—lay on the steel table in the basement beneath the abandoned air-raid shelter and watched the ceiling lights dissolve into gray. The cold was not a temperature. It was a state of being. It entered through her fingertips and spread...

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