What the Dead Remember
What the Dead Remember The voice began on a Tuesday, which was inconvenient, because Tuesdays were for therapy. "Charlotte," the voice said, and it was not inside my head exactly, but near it, like a radio playing in the next room. "Charlotte Hart. You are standing in the wrong place." I looked up from my tea. The consulting room was empty except for me and the man who was supposed to be...
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