The Faded Attic
Chapter One I am looking at the clock stopped on the wall, its hands frozen at the moment the pipes burst, while I try to remember if I actually killed you or if I just let the system do it. I am Nazario Renteria, a night float orderly in a hospital that smells of wet wool and bleach, and I want to save my sister Elena from the wasting cough that has turned her lungs to wet paper before the...
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