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... . Too clean.
Too quiet.
The silence pressed against my skull until I couldn’t tell if I was awake or still trapped in some new kind of hell.
My throat burned. My chest ached. My skin prickled under the sting of air-conditioning.
No smoke. No chains. No blood.
Just the rhythmic beep of machines. The faint shuffle of shoes. The whisper of fabric against skin.
I blinked once, twice but the world still swam, edges soft and shifting. Something heavy res ...
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