The Wistful Voyage
The phone rang, and the voice on the other end was not the one you expected, but it was the one you feared, cutting through the static of the hospital ward with a clarity that felt like a physical blow. "Margaret," Dr. Aris said, his voice thin and raspy, stripped of its usual academic gravitas, "I need to tell you something, and I need you to listen without interrupting, because I am dying and...
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