V-12: The Echo of Solitude
The rain in New York did not fall; it dissolved. It turned the skyscrapers into grey monoliths and the people into blurred streaks of umbrellas and haste. Clara lived in a studio apartment in Queens, a space so small that her books and her medical equipment seemed to be breathing in unison. She was a practitioner of holistic medicine, but her true specialty was the architecture of silence. She...
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