The Perfect Specimen
(Style F: Psychological Thriller) The clinic was a masterpiece of sterile white and humming silence. I lived in Room 402, a space designed to eliminate all distractions. I didn't remember the world before the clinic; I only remembered the void and the man who filled it. Dr. Thorne was my architect. He was my doctor, my teacher, and my god. He told me that my mind was a fractured mirror, and...
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