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The Impending Cold

     A single bead of perspiration manifested on Doctor Gavin's brow. Its edges gleamed rainbows from the blinding surgical lamp above; a radiance that briefly abated the impending cold. After what seemed like an eternity, the droplet lost grip and plunged into the unknown. I closed my eyes and followed suit.

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