Clara, Undivided
On the morning of her twenty-fifth birthday, Clara Goldstein woke up in two beds, in two rooms, in two versions of New York City that existed side by side, touching but not touching, like the pages of a book pressed together. She did not know that there were two of her. She only knew that she felt strange, divided, as if a seam had been torn somewhere inside her chest and she could not find the...
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