Chapter 65 "I loved you... you insensitive prick."

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The afternoon shift bled into the Berlin evening, the fluorescent lights of the Charité replaced by the cool, shadowy streets outside. I clocked out, changed in the locker room, and zipped my coat to my chin, the chill seeping into my bones despite the layers.

My phone, silenced for the...

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