I awoke from dreams of a blue plague, on a train out of the city.
I returned to London this weekend.
The letter from the doctor said I was clear, my infection wasn’t fatal, and that I was cleared to return for periods of not more than twelve hours.
Jenna also got a letter, which was harder.
The guard at the station took my letter and checked it against the registry, and let me inside. I was…
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