The Faded Guest
The ferns in the atrium of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center were not merely plants; they were a breathing architecture of green glass, fragile and intricate, suspended in the stagnant air of the institutional hallway. Dr. Elias Thorne stood before them, his reflection fractured across the curved leaves, a man who had spent thirty years studying the mind only to find that his own had become...
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