The Wistful Dinner

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The bus stopped in the rain. Not the gentle, expected halt, but a violent shudder that threw me against the window. I pressed my forehead to the cold glass. Outside, the grey sky pressed down on the hospital grounds like a heavy hand. I was not a nurse. I was not a doctor. I was the one who saw the threads. The threads. They hung in the air like cobwebs, silver and taut. They connected every...

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