The Golden Quest
The notice pinned to the corkboard in the breakroom, its corners yellowed by the damp air of the provincial clinic, read in the dry, bureaucratic script of the state: "Regarding the Allocation of Winter Fuel and the Maintenance of Communal Herbs." Katya Kozlov, thirty-four years old and a refugee nurse who had crossed the border with nothing but her nursing certificate and a cough that sounded...
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