Sample V-03: The Architect of Amnesia
The clinic was a masterpiece of white marble and sterile glass, perched on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic. Sarah loved the silence of the clinic; it felt like a clean slate, a world without the friction of memory. She had been here for six months, recovering from a "traumatic amnesia" that had wiped the last five years of her life. Her husband, Elias, was a man of infinite patience. He spent...
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