The Madman Who Saw the End
I Patient 7 arrived on a Monday. His clothes were clean but generic -- no labels, no distinguishing features, the kind of clothes that someone who does not exist might wear without attracting attention. His pockets were empty. His identification was nonexistent. When the police found him walking along the Hudson River at three in the morning, muttering about "the silence between the stars,"...
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