The Distant Affair
The diagnostic report lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the humidity of the afternoon, the font crisp and sterile against the grain of the oak, a document that had reduced the sprawling, chaotic architecture of Margaret’s life to a single, undeniable vector of decline. She read it again, not because the words had changed, but because the act of reading them required a...
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