The Instinct That Wouldn’t Be Quiet The morning began as any other clinic visit — quiet, procedural, safe in its routine. The soft hum of fluorescent lights, the distant murmur of nurses, the scent of antiseptic — all of it suggested predictability and control. Yet, beneath the ordinary rhythm, something faintly uneasy stirred — a tension without name or form. When the doctor entered, the air changed. His smile lingered a little too long. His voice dipped into a familiarity that had no place there. Each movement, each word, pressed uncomfortably close….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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