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## Title: The Anatomy of Silence The basement of Dr. Silas's clinic smelled of formaldehyde and old leather, a scent that seemed to soak into the very pores of my skin. Silas was a man of precise movements and hollow eyes, a surgeon who had grown bored with the living. "The brain is a recording device, Julian," he told me, his voice a dry rasp. "Every sensation, every fear, every last gasp of...
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