The Delayed Destination
The clinic was a masterpiece of white noise and sterile surfaces. Everything in the center was designed to eliminate the friction of existence. Arthur sat in the waiting room, his hands folded in his lap, watching a digital clock count down the seconds with a precision that felt like an insult. Dr. Sarah was the architect of this precision. She was a pioneer in cellular senescence, a woman who...
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