The Long Dark Escrow of the Soul

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Mike and I walked across the parking lot to his truck without any discussion of who was driving, and I climbed into the shotgun seat. It was a beautiful morning, perfect for a relaxing day off, perhaps on a golf course, but our masks were a stark and constant reminder that the shadow of Covid-19 still loomed over us.

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I’d never cared for elevators or masks, but there I was, standing in one wearing the other, three more people standing uncomfortably around me, all sporting masks as well. Our breathing sounded like a squad of Darth Vaders. The elevator stopped on the second floor and the guy next to me practically scrambled out into the atrium without a word.

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