The Distant Whispers

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The smell hit me first. Not the sterile, antiseptic bite of the new dispensary wing, but something older. Earthy. Sweet. Rotting. I stood in the corridor outside Room 4B, my clipboard clutched to my chest like a shield. The tile floor was cold under my shoes. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a clerk. I count pills. I log doses. I do not taste them. But God, I wanted to. The patient was Arthur...

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