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Hypnosis

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last update publish date: 2026-07-22 16:17:08

Dr. Yuen had retired from Mercy General nearly a decade earlier. Although she no longer maintained a full clinical practice, she occasionally consulted on complex cases involving childhood trauma and dissociative memory. At Margaret's gentle but persistent urging, she agreed to see Charles again.

"It's been a long time," she said as they settled into her office. The man across from her bore little outward resemblance to the silent, watchful ten-year-old she had once treated in a hospital room.
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