The Pale Path
The dream begins not with sound, but with the precise, mechanical friction of a suture needle piercing dermis. You are holding the needle. It is a curved instrument, stainless steel, polished to a mirror finish that reflects nothing but the pale, taut landscape of the skin beneath it. The tension in the thread is calibrated to the millimeter. Too loose, and the wound gapes, inviting infection...
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