THE SILENT SIGNAL
The third Thursday in October, the weatherman called it "unseasonably damp." Eleanor Voss called it "indifferent." She stood at the window of Room 307 on the fourth floor of the Zurich State Psychiatric Hospital, watched the rain blur the glass, and thought about forests. She didn't think of ordinary forests. She thought of the one she had seen in her mind three years ago, on a Tuesday...
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