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The darkness in the archive was absolute, broken only by the occasional flash of lightning that pulsed through unseen vents far above. I could hear [more…]

The following morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a crisp, clear sky over Boston. The air still smelled faintly of damp earth and rain. [more…]

Six months later, on the morning of my 18th birthday, I sat alone in a cold, dimly lit outpatient waiting room at Boston General Hospital. [more…]