PAPER TRAIL
The hospital smelled like floor wax and something else—something that had nothing to do with chemicals and everything to do with the fact that three thousand people in this building were pretending to care about things they did not understand. Clara Voss stood in the lobby on her first day and tried to breathe through the smell. She was twenty-six, first-generation, and carried a notebook in...
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