The Distant Blade
The glass shattered against the tile floor, a sharp, bright fracture that cut through the humming silence of Room 402. I stood frozen, my hand still outstretched toward the morphine drawer, the vial clutched in my fist like a stolen jewel. The sound was too loud, a gunshot in the sterile quiet, and I knew with a cold, visceral certainty that Sarah would hear it. She always heard everything. The...
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