Someone Is Using My Face
It started with small things. People waved at me on the street. Strangers. Shopkeepers I’d never met. One man thanked
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Fear, memory, identity, and the human mind under pressure. Why certain ideas disturb us more than others.
It started with small things. People waved at me on the street. Strangers. Shopkeepers I’d never met. One man thanked
Continue readingThe first thing Arjun remembered was dying. Not the pain. Not the moment. Just the certainty that it had happened.
Continue readingRamesh was the last person awake in the office. Not by choice. By habit. The night shift ended at 2:00
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