The Pale Exile
October 14, 2024 The discharge order sat on the tray table, its corners curled slightly where my thumb had pressed too hard, a bureaucratic sheet of white paper that smelled of antiseptic and cold coffee. It stated, in the dry, unyielding font of the hospital’s legal department, that the patient’s condition was "stable but terminal" and that the ward was to be cleared for new admissions by 1800...
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