The Pale Garden
The notice was pinned to the corkboard with a rusted tack, its paper yellowed and soft as wet tissue. It listed the new exchange rates for scrip, effective immediately, and beneath the figures, in smaller type, it noted that the clinic’s waiting room would be closed for repairs. I read it three times, the ink bleeding slightly where the rain had seeped through the window, and then I turned away...
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