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The client, a woman whose grief hung around her like a heavy coat, nodded. "It’s the last time I saw my father clearly. Before the illness took his mind. I can feel the edges of the day fraying, Robert. The smell of the grass, the specific shade of his sweater... it’s going grey."

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