The Distant Blade
The air in the sterile white room smelled of bleach and old pennies. "Mr. Alden, your dosage is adjusted," said the nurse, her voice a flat line on a graph. "We are phasing out the heavy sedatives. The board wants us compliant with the new wellness protocols. Less chemical, more natural integration." Thomas Alden did not look up from the metal table. He was counting the rivets on the ceiling....
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 4 Views 0 Anteprima