//VESPER//The examination room was at the end of the hall.White walls. White floors. A single metal table bolted to the ground, a chair beside it with leather straps hanging from the arms like sleeping snakes. The air was cold, sterile, smelling of antiseptic and chemical that made my eyes water.I stopped in the doorway.The wire, I thought. Under my pillow. Recording nothing but silence.I had walked away from it. Left it behind. All that careful defiance, that illusion of control—gone the moment I closed my bedroom door.Dr. Aris moved past me, unconcerned. She busied herself at a small counter, arranging vials, needles, things I didn’t have names for. Her movements were unhurried, practiced, the movements of someone who had done this a thousand times.“You can sit,” she said, gesturing to the chair. “Or stand, if you prefer. The choice is yours.”The choice.I looked at the straps. The needles. The cold white walls.No one was listening. No one was recording. I was alone with a
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