The Faded Road
The glass vial cut a thin, white line into the pad of my thumb as I uncapped it, the metallic click of the screw top echoing off the stone walls of the study. I held the serum up to the dim light, watching the viscous, amber liquid swirl, a liquid that promised to rewrite the map of my dying nerves. The dream had been the same for three nights, a blackened road stretching into a fog so thick it...
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