The Zero Sum of the Soul (V-14)
The clinic is a masterpiece of minimalism. White walls, recessed lighting, and a silence so absolute it feels like a physical pressure against the eardrums. I sit in the center of the room, my hands resting on my knees, watching the iridescent glow of my skin fade into a dull, matte grey. My name was Silas Thorne. Or perhaps it was Julian. Or Alistair. Names are just labels we use to convince...
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