The Golden Mirror
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the glass walls of St. Jude’s Pediatric Oncology Unit into a blurred, weeping eye. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy, pressurized, a physical weight that settled on the chest of Leo Thorne, who sat in the corner of the day room with his back to the wall, his hands trembling so violently that the...
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