The Wistful Cipher

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The pill is white. It is round. It sits on the marble counter like a tiny, silent eye. I pick it up. It is cold. It is heavy for its size. I put it in my mouth. I do not swallow. I just hold it there. "Margaret?" The voice comes from the hallway. It is soft. It is polite. It is the voice of my husband, Arthur. He is wearing his robe. It is silk. It is blue. He looks tired. His eyes are red....

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