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A voice I can't place keeps drifting through the halls tonight
I'm back on the ward, only the beds are empty and every room has a radio tuned to static. Somewhere down the corridor a patient I never met is calling my name, her voice going thin like a song I almost remember. I wake up still listening for her.
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