The Smell of a Hard Shift
Chapter 15 — Dr. Devlin
“Come in and close the door, please,” she said.
“You’re letting in the draft.” I obeyed, mechanically, the latch clicking behind me.
“I’m Dr.
Niamh Devlin,” she said, meeting my eyes.
“I’m a psychiatrist.
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