The Golden Circuit
The form was three pages long, printed on heavy stock that felt cold and damp in my hands, and it required a signature in triplicate for the request of experimental fungal extract, which I did not have the authority to sign. I sat in the waiting room of the St. Jude’s Sanatorium, a place that smelled of boiled linens and ozone, watching the rain streak the high windows while my mother,...
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