The Wistful Crossroads

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The plaster in the foyer was peeling in long, dry strips, curling away from the wall like dead skin, and I watched it fall with the detached interest of a man watching his own fingernails crack. "It’s just the humidity, Elias," Clara had said that morning, her voice thin and reedy from the oxygen mask, before she’d been wheeled back into the sterile white quiet of St. Jude’s. She didn’t know...

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