The Wistful Voyage

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The pill was on the nightstand again, sitting on the small, blue ceramic dish Elise used for her sewing needles, a single white tablet that looked like a drop of condensed milk left to harden in the cold. "Did you take it?" Elise asked, her voice thin and brittle, like dry leaves skittering across a gravel driveway. "I didn't see it," I said, though I had seen it for six days straight, a...

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