The Faded Apartment

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I was counting the stitches on the sampler when the pain started, a sharp, white heat radiating from my left wrist up to the elbow. The thread was blue, a psalm verse half-finished, and my hand refused to let go of the needle. It felt fused, as if the bone had grown into the wooden frame, a doorframe in a dream where the paint was peeling and the air smelled of wet stone. I am Deirdre...

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