Fragmented Memory
The world was a series of strobe lights and static. Leo sat in the white-tiled office of Dr. Maya Sterling, the sound of a ticking clock echoing like a gunshot in the silence. He didn't remember how he had gotten here. He remembered a flash of red, the smell of ozone, and the feeling of a knife sliding between his ribs. Then, a void. "Focus on the sound of my voice, Leo," Maya said. Her voice...
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