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... of the machine beside me echoed in my head, sharp enough to feel like a needle pricking the inside of my skull.
I tried to groan, but my throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.
My eyelids were heavy, stuck together for a moment, but as I slowly fluttered them open, the sterile white light of the clinic ceiling burned into my retinas.
I was alive, and I was in Leo’s office.
The realization didn’t bring relief—it brought crushing memories of what had ...
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