The Mirror Inside the Mirror
The hospital corridor smelled of carbolic acid and damp wool. Evelyn Hart sat on a wooden bench that had been sanded smooth by centuries of anxious hands, and clutched a paper folder so tightly her knuckles had turned the colour of old bone. Inside the folder was her son Thomas's medical report. The doctor had used words like congenital and deteriorating and the treatment available only at St....
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