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of St. Mary’s Medical Pavilion did not roar; it breathed a steady, low-frequency vibration that Evelyn Carter felt in the marrow of her collarbones. It was 4:14 on a Tuesday afternoon in late October. Outside the heavy, three-inch double-glazed safety glass of the windows, the grey Indiana sleet was hitting the masonry of the park avenue in long, vertical continue reading …
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