The Distant Legend
The paper was thin, almost translucent, a single sheet of cheap stock with the header of Oakhaven General Hospital stamped in a faded blue ink that looked like dried mold. You held it up to the window of your apartment, the one where the glass had been cracked by a stone thrown by a kid in 2019 and never fixed, and the light from the afternoon, slanting low and yellow, turned the numbers into a...
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