The Distant Nightmare
The rain had stopped, but the air in the clinic still held the heavy, wet weight of the storm, a silence that pressed against the windows like a physical thing. "Elena," a voice called from the hallway, low and rough, breaking the quiet. She did not turn. She was staring at her own hands, which lay flat on the stainless steel counter, the knuckles pale and still. For the past three days, the...
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