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... the room on a gray chair at a gray table. Female. Mid-thirties. Business attire. Perfect posture.
She sat completely still.
Elara walked closer, circling the figure. The woman’s eyes were open but empty. No, not empty—full of something too large to name, something that had eaten everything else and left only its own crushing weight.
"*Do you know what this is?*" the voice asked quietly.
"Sensory deprivation chamber of some kind," Elara guessed. "Psychological isol ...
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