The rain on the window of Stage Seven. That was how it began. The...

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The rain on the window of Stage Seven. That was how it began. The rain streaking

Eleven years. I'd been twenty-eight for eleven years. But the mirror remembered differently. The skin around my eyes had that gray, papery look. Like old film left too close to a light. And the sores on my arms. Hidden under long sleeves. Months now. I'd blamed the studio lights. The stress. The cheap whiskey. None of them wrong. None of them the whole truth. The vials under the sink. Amber...

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