The first night Elias sleeps in his own room again, he dreams of silence.Not the club’s heavy quiet or the charged stillness of Alexander’s presence just an empty, neutral hush, like snowfall muffling the world. When he wakes, the dream fades but the quiet remains. For once, his thoughts don’t immediately spiral.That alone feels like progress.He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, breathing slowly. Three days ago, every inhale had felt sharp, every memory a blade. Now the pain has softened into something duller still present, still deep, but no longer actively bleeding.Processing, he thinks. This must be what it feels like.He doesn’t reach for his phone. Doesn’t replay messages he hasn’t answered. Doesn’t check whether Alexander has called again.Instead, he closes his eyes and lets himself remember.Not the unmasking. Not the confrontation.The sessions.At first, the memories make his stomach tighten.The blindfold. The careful instructions. The way the guide’s voice had
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