The Mirror of Fractured Truths
The clinic was a masterpiece of sterile white and muted grey, a sanctuary of silence nestled in the heart of Manhattan. For Elias, it was a gilded cage. He had been brought here by his father, a titan of industry who viewed human imperfection as a bug to be patched. Elias was the "failed" son—diagnosed with a profound inability to empathize, a void where a social conscience should be. In the...
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