The Pale Tale
You are bleeding, but not from a wound, rather from the sheer, oppressive weight of the silence that has settled over the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor of the Meridian Rehabilitation Institute, a silence so thick and viscous it feels less like an absence of sound and more like a physical substance, a cold, gelatinous fog that presses against your eardrums, against the skin of your eyes,...
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