The Distant Nightmare
You are lying on the cold, sterile floor of the Infirmary Ward, and the first thing you notice is not the pain, but the silence. It is a heavy, technical silence, the kind that hums at a frequency just below the threshold of human hearing. You are seven years old. Your name is Elias. The air tastes of ozone and antiseptic, a sharp, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. Above you,...
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