The Distant Garden

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The pill was round. It was white. It had a score line down the middle. Margaret held it up to the light of the sterile breakroom. The fluorescent tubes buzzed. They hummed a low, sick note. It was the sound of decay. It was the sound of the machine. "Take it," said Dr. Aris. He sat across from her. His tie was loose. His eyes were red. He looked like a man who had forgotten how to blink. "I...

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