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47: The Ghost In The Machine

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-22 01:29:37

Alexander’s POV

My head felt like it had been stuffed with dry cotton and set on fire. Every time I tried to reach for a memory, it felt like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. I sat upright in the hospital bed, the white sheets tangled around my legs. The room was too quiet. It was that kind of quiet that makes your ears ring.

I looked at the tablet resting on the bedside table. My father, Arthur, had left it there. He said it was for "work," but I knew he just wanted me to stop staring
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