Chapter 15 – The Trial of the Unlived Life
“Not every version of you dies quietly. Some wait in darkness to take your place.”
Yousef stepped through the bone-door,
its hinges groaning like broken prayers.
And there, seated upon a throne built from tongues and stitched truths,
was himself
but older, crueler, still wearing the hospital gown from the Asphodel Ward.
His eyes gleamed with the numb light of…
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