The Distant Journey
The rain against the single pane of the window in the basement office of the St. Jude’s Municipal Health Board was a rhythmic, wet percussion that seemed to measure out the seconds of your remaining tenure, a countdown to the Friday morning meeting where your nomination for Director would be formally voted upon. You sat behind the heavy oak desk, the surface scarred by decades of coffee rings...
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