The Distant Journey

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The cough started at 4:00 a.m. It was not a dry rattle but a wet, tearing sound, like a rag being pulled from a wet stone. I spat into the basin and saw the pink foam. It looked like the White Powder. I wiped my mouth and dressed. The room was cold. The steam from the radiator hissed in the corner, a thin, gray thread in the dark. I was thirty-two years old. I had been a clerk at the Oakhaven...

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