“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
His office was in the basement of his house. It was November and already dark as I knocked at the side door. The doctor was a small man, with glasses riding on the end of his nose. He led me to a dim treatment room. The walls were lined with books and there were stacks of papers on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I fell,” I said, my eyes drifting over his messy desk, not actually looking at him. “I was in the bathtub and I slipped. It was a few days ago, but it still hurts to touch. It hurts when I breathe.”
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