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Chapter 19: The Empty Spaces
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2026-07-12 13:00:52
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The side door clicked open exactly at a quarter to three. Julian stepped into the hallway, shaking the rain from his umbrella before placing it in the ceramic stand. He looked slightly damp, his dark hair flattened by the mist, but his expression was as crisp as his white shirt. Arthur met him in the corridor, standing just outside the breakfast nook where Claire was currently sharpening her colored pencils. "The traffic wasn't too bad?" Arthur asked, keeping his voice low. "The highway was fine. It’s the turn onto your street that’s flooding," Julian said, unbuttoning his trench coat and hanging it on the brass peg. He picked up his leather medical bag. "How is she since the choice yesterday? Any sudden dips?" "She finished her breakfast," Arthur said, nodding toward the kitchen. "Oatmeal and the milk. Her breathing has been steady, but she says her hands feel heavy today. Like sand." Julian paused, his hand tightening on the handle of his bag. "That’s standard for Day Twelve, Ar
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