loss of self

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The Fractured Lens

The first memory came as a flicker of light, a ghost of warmth against the sterile cold of the chamber. Marcus blinked, his vision swimming as the air around him thickened, heavy with the metallic tang of antiseptic and something…

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The Bloom Echo

## The Bloom Echo The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the plate glass window, blurring the neon sign of ‘Rosie’s’ into a smeared crimson halo. Ten years. A decade spent…

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