The Mirror's Mercy
The clinic was a sanctuary of white noise and soft lighting, a place where the edges of reality were intentionally blurred. Patient X—as he was known in the charts—had arrived with a mind like a shattered mirror, fragmented memories and a profound sense of loss. His therapist, Dr. Aris, was a man of infinite patience and a voice that sounded like a warm blanket. For six months, they had worked...
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