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CHAPTER 38 - The Occupant

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Kael’s POV

The hospital room smelled of lemon bleach and static. It was a sterile, sharp scent that poked at the back of my throat. I stared at the two words on the wall; “The Occupant”-written in a red so deep it looked like dried scabs.

The woman in the lab coat didn't move. She stood by the door, her dark glasses reflecting the flickering blue light of the television. "You’re staring at the wall, Kaelen. A common side effect of the transition. The brain tries to find patterns in the noise."

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