The Severed Circuit
Harper Voss sat on the edge of Dr. Chen's sofa, her fingers pressed against the fabric as if testing whether it would hold her weight. She had been coming to this office every Tuesday and Thursday for eighteen months, and still the room refused to feel familiar. The ficus in the corner, the watercolor prints of koi fish, the box of tissues placed exactly equidistant between the two chairs....
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