The Wistful Dinner

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The count is always the same. Three hours, twelve minutes, forty seconds. That is the duration of the night shift at St. Jude’s Home for the Aged. I check the time on the wall clock, the second hand ticking like a metronome in a dead man’s house. The smell hits me first, always: a thick, cloying mix of antiseptic, boiled cabbage, and the sweet rot of old skin. It clings to the back of the...

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