The Wistful Voyage
March 14, 2024 "Whitmore." The name lands on my desk like a stone, cold and heavy. Director Halloway does not raise his voice; he rarely does. He sits across the polished steel table, his fingers steepled, the fluorescent lights humming a low, irritating B-flat that seems to vibrate in my molars. I am thirty-two years old, and I feel like I am thirty-two years old in the way that only a...
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