Sample V-05: The Last Breath

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The ward smelled of stale urine, industrial bleach, and the slow, steady rot of hope. It was a place where the state sent the people it had forgotten, a warehouse for the broken and the breathless. I lay in bed 42, my body a useless heap of flesh, my voice a dry rattle in a throat that had forgotten how to shape words. Across from me was Julian. He had been my "guardian" for two years, a man...

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