Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

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We waited in the family lounge, a small room with three green armchairs and a low table covered in old magazines. I kept my yellow pad in my lap, though I did not write anything down.

At five minutes to one, the heavy double doors of the clinical wing swung open.

Dr. Aris stepped out, wearing his dark blue overcoat over his clinic clothes, his continue reading …