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CHAPTER 19: THE THIRTY-DAY SHIELD

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​The grey padded door of Room 104 didn't stay locked for long.

​It was barely 2:30 PM when the heavy brass bolt clicked open with a sharp, echoing CLACK.

​Nurse Davis stepped into the room, holding a clipboard, her face tight with a mix of professional annoyance and hidden confusion. Behind her stood Arthur Sterling, his forehead slick with sweat, holding his leather briefcase like a shield against his chest.

​I shrank back into the corner of the narrow bed, pulling my knees up, clutching the o
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