All the Women Harper Voss Has Been
Version A The first time Kazuko spoke, Harper was standing at her kitchen sink on East Eighty-Sixth Street, scraping dried acrylic from a palette knife. The voice came from behind her teeth, a vibration in the bone of her own jaw, but the words were not hers. "You missed the vein," Kazuko said. "That river in the corner. It should be blue. Cobalt. Not cerulean. You keep choosing the wrong...
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