The Faded Portrait
The separation had not been a decision made in a quiet room, but rather a sudden, violent tearing away, as if the fabric of the world had been ripped asunder by invisible, furious hands, leaving behind only the tattered, bleeding edges of a life that no longer held its shape. Elara Vance stood on the threshold of the sterile, humming corridor of St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Restoration,...
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