Chapter 8
Episode 8ragana rapariga laima stec
Kas ji zude..dieva...
The night pressed against the window like a black lung, and I lay there listening to the machines hum their monotonous lullaby. The oxygen mask had become a second skin, its plastic edges worn soft against my cheeks. Somewhere beyond the glass, the city was still breathing—I could feel it in the tremble of the floorboards, the distant wail of a siren that might have been a dream.
But the real sound was inside me. A voice that had been scratching at the walls of my skull for weeks, months, years. It wasn't a voice with words, not exactly. It was more like the memory of a knife being sharpened, the whisper of a blade against a whetstone.
Kas ji žudė...
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