The Wistful Atlas
The cough came in three distinct stages: the dry, rattling tickle at the back of the throat, the wet, heavy gurgle that felt like swallowing a handful of wet gravel, and finally, the violent, heaving convulsion that left you gasping for air that no longer seemed to fill the lungs but only scraped against the raw, infected tissue. You counted the seconds between each fit, a grim arithmetic of...
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