The Pale Tale
The fluorescent lights of the pediatric ward hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly inside Elias Vance’s teeth, a sterile, white noise that masked the deeper, more chaotic rhythm of his mother’s breathing. He sat in the plastic chair opposite the examination bed, his twelve-year-old legs too short for the adult furniture, his eyes fixed not on the doctor but on the trembling...
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