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Chapter 2: The Name I Shouldn’t Have
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... a second skin. Machines whispered softly beside him—constant, rhythmic, indifferent. A muted heart monitor pulsed with green lines, each beat a stubborn reminder that he was still here.
Noel lay still.
The hospital bed creaked when he breathed. His body felt like lead—bones brittle, muscles hollow, skin stretched over what little remained. The morning light barely filtered through the pale curtains, painting the white room in cold, colorless hues.
'This place smells like ...
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