The Distant Summer
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the boundary between the wet asphalt of the parking lot and the dark, weeping willows that lined the perimeter of the St. Jude’s Medical Center campus, a place where the air smelled eternally of wet concrete, antiseptic, and the faint, cloying sweetness of lilies placed in the corridors by grieving families who...
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