The Distant Journey

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The rain does not fall; it strikes. It hammers against the single pane of the hospital window, a relentless, rhythmic assault that blurs the world outside into a smear of gray slate and wet pavement. You are sitting in the plastic chair, the one that groans when you shift your weight, holding a folded piece of silk in your lap. It is a handkerchief, or perhaps a scarf, woven in a pattern so...

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