The Distant Nightmare

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The scalpel was warm, still holding the heat of Elias’s skin. He lay on the stainless steel table, the white ceiling tiles blurring into a grid of blinding light, and watched his father, Dr. Aris, wipe the blade on a sterile gauze pad. The room smelled of antiseptic and old copper, a scent that had seeped into the drywall over the years. Aris did not look at him. He looked at the gauze, at the...

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