The Wistful Skyline
The letter from the hospital billing department lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling slightly in the dry heat of the apartment, the bold red total at the bottom staring up at Mara like an accusation she could not pay. She picked it up, her fingers stained with the faint, lingering scent of antiseptic and the heavy, metallic tang of the night shift she had just finished, and calculated...
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