The Faded Portrait
The morning shift began with the usual, dull ache in the lower back of the institutional chair, a sensation that had long since ceased to be a signal of pain and had instead calcified into a fundamental part of Marcus Thorne’s anatomy, as if the spine had slowly fused with the cold, molded plastic of the desk. Outside the heavy, soundproofed glass of the observation room, the facility hummed...
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