The Wistful Silence

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Mara, you are late. The voice belonged to Dr. Evans, and it cut through the sterile hum of the psychiatric ward like a scalpel through wet gauze. You stood by the nurses’ station, your scrubs damp with sweat, your hands still stained with the antiseptic smell of the previous shift. The clock on the wall ticked with a mechanical indifference that felt personal, each second a small weight...

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