Sample V-07: The Last Witness
(New York Realism) The hospital room smelled of ozone and antiseptic. David lay in the bed, his breathing a series of wet, rattling gasps. He was forty-two, but in the eyes of the world, he was a relic. He was one of the "Lingerers"—the few adults whose biology had resisted the radiation just long enough to watch the end. From his window, he could see the streets of Manhattan. It was a chaotic,...
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