The Faded Frequency
The morning light falls through the high, arched windows of the St. Jude’s Pediatric Oncology Wing, slicing the sterile white air into beams that hover with a dust motes so thick they resemble a suspended galaxy, and you sit there in the corner of the large open-plan office, the one where the fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent B-flat that vibrates in your teeth, watching the clock on the...
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