They tidied the office and disinfected the instruments, then said goodbye at the door as they did every evening, neither suspecting that they'd never see each other again. "Nothing serious, only a cold, Frau Goldberg. She'd worked with the doctor for eleven years and had never known him to shirk his duties he was a punctual, methodical man. Surprised, his assistant asked if he was ill. He decided to turn away the patients left in his waiting room and close up early. That afternoon, the stink of dread stirred up by the wind was suffocating, making him feel dizzy and nauseous. The stench of fear, like rust and rotting garbage, clung to his nostrils neither his pipe tobacco nor his citrus-scented aftershave lotion could mask it. But he couldn't blame the weather for the tightness in his chest, which he'd felt for several months now. "Just winter settling in," Rudolph Adler murmured to himself in an attempt to lighten his mood.
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