Arc 6: Bleed Quietly

WnW 6.5

“Dad.” Why did my voice sound strange? It quivered like a child’s does when introduced to one of their first fears. The light fell as a pale shroud, sterilizing everything of colour. Laboratory walls arranged themselves as harsh barriers beneath an artificial sun. There were pictures on the walls that moved when I did. This

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