The old lady who lived at the end of the corridor had passed on. I’d suspected something was amiss when the usually groomed lady began looking dishevelled and required support to move from place to place many months back. She started to reek heavily of medicated oil and the sight of her gazing into the distance at the void deck was heart-rending.
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