The Last Fragment of Truth
The neighborhood of Oakhaven was a masterpiece of suburban tranquility. Every lawn was a precise shade of emerald, every fence a pristine white, and every smile a perfectly calibrated expression of contentment. To the residents, it was paradise. To Clara, a psychiatrist who had lived there for ten years, it was a gallery of the living dead. Clara’s patients all suffered from the same peculiar...
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