The Summer of Good Intentions
The sleeping sickness took the adults in waves. First Vienna, then Paris, then Berlin—three capitals, three waves, all within a fortnight. The doctors called it encephalitis lethargica; the children called it the Long Sleep. Nobody called it death, because the bodies were still warm, the chests still rising and falling in shallow rhythm, and everyone knew that waking was only a matter of time....
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