The Distant Journey

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The envelope was red. It sat on the kitchen table, a square of violent color against the pale wood. Margaret stared at it. Her hands were still. They had been still for three days. She did not open it. She knew what it said. She had known before the doctor left the room, though he had not said the word. He had said *progression*. He had said *stage*. He had looked at her hands, which were...

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