Episodios

  • Chapter Twenty

    Chapter Twenty
    Mar 30 2025
    Chapter Twenty A fresh fall of snow blanketed the asylum grounds—not a Christmas sprinkle, but a man-high January deluge, the sort that snuffs out schools and offices and churches, and leaves, for a day or more, a pure, blank sheet in place of memo pads, date books and calendars.
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    15 m
  • Chapter Nineteen

    Chapter Nineteen
    Mar 29 2025
    Chapter Nineteen 'I'm going to be a psychiatrist.' Joan spoke with her usual breathy enthusiasm. We were drinking apple cider in the Belsize lounge.
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    13 m
  • Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Eighteen
    Mar 28 2025
    Chapter Eighteen 'Esther.' I woke out of a deep, drenched sleep, and the first thing I saw was Doctor Nolan's face swimming in front of me and saying, 'Esther, Esther.'
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    16 m
  • Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Seventeen
    Mar 27 2025
    Chapter Seventeen 'You're a lucky girl today.' The young nurse cleared my breakfast tray away and left me wrapped in my white blanket like a passenger taking the sea air on the deck of a ship.
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    11 m
  • Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Sixteen
    Mar 26 2025
    Chapter Sixteen Joan's room, with its closet and bureau and table and chair and white blanket with the big blue C on it, was a mirror image of my own.
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    10 m
  • Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Fifteen
    Mar 25 2025
    Chapter Fifteen Philomena Guinea's black Cadillac eased through the tight, five o'clock traffic like a ceremonial car.
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    15 m
  • Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fourteen
    Mar 24 2025
    Chapter Fourteen It was completely dark. I felt the darkness, but nothing else, and my head rose, feeling it, like the head of a worm. Someone was moaning. Then a great, hard weight smashed against my cheek like a stone wall and the moaning stopped.
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    12 m
  • Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Twelve
    Mar 22 2025
    Chapter Twelve Doctor Gordon's private hospital crowned a grassy rise at the end of a long, secluded drive that had been whitened with broken quahog shells.
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    13 m
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