From WTP Vol. VI #3 O.G. By JS Khan Olivia Goldblatt sulks, frowning at her reflection in the glass: her ghostly double trapped in the windowpanes conjured by the dawn’s pale glow: how she haunts herself these sleepless mornings. Swiveling in her wheelchair, she scowls at the rec-room of the Orange Grove Retirement Home as…
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