The Wistful Mirror
The fluorescent lights in the back office of the regional distribution center hummed with a sound that I had come to recognize not as noise but as a kind of low, persistent vibration in the base of my skull, a frequency that seemed to match the slowing rhythm of my own heart which had begun to flutter with a strange, arrhythmic irregularity that the doctor called benign but which I knew, with a...
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