The Distant Journey

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The air in the sub-basement of the St. Jude’s Memorial Hospital smelled of wet plaster and antiseptic, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the low ceiling like a visible fog. Arthur Penhaligon sat on a plastic chair that wobbled under his weight, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained a faint, bruised purple from the chemical compounds he had been handling all day. He was a technician...

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