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... e beneath him became soft sheets.
A familiar, forgotten smell filled his nostrils: the sterile scent of hospital air, tinged with antiseptic.
He was lying down. His body felt weak, frail, as if even the act of breathing required borrowed strength.
Behind his eyelids, a pale, sterile glow pressed down, a ceiling lamp’s flat fluorescence.
Then came a voice.
A woman’s voice, trembling, thick with tears. A voice he hadn’t heard in thirty years. His mother’s vo ...
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