The Genesis Decay (V-04)

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The walls of the ward are a shade of white that doesn't exist in nature. It is a sterile, aggressive white, designed to erase the memory of the sun and the scent of rain. I lie here, strapped to a bed that feels like a coffin, listening to the rhythmic hum of the ventilators and the distant, clinical footsteps of the doctors. They call me Patient 402. To the staff of the Saint Jude Institute, I...

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