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Chapter 7 — The Man Who Never Woke
Author: GOson-Pen
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The first thing Bruce felt was breath. His own. Slow, ragged, real. He opened his eyes to a hospital ceiling, white tiles, humming fluorescent light.

He tried to sit up; tubes tugged at his arms. Machines beeped in arrhythmic patterns. He was alive. Maybe.

A nurse entered. Smiling, efficient, eyes just slightly off. “Good afternoon, Mr. Willis. You’ve been asleep for a long time.”

“How long?” he croaked.

“Eighty-four days.”

Her voice was calm, but her smile didn’t fade. Not once. “Where’s Lena?”

“Resting,” she said. “She visits often.”

He frowned. “She’s dead.”

“Not anymore.”

He stared. “Say that again.”

She tilted her head. “Not anymore.”

And then the power flickered. The room dimmed for half a heartbeat. In that heartbeat, the nurse’s face split, half flesh, half reflection.

When the lights returned, she was normal again, smile intact. Bruce whispered, “Still the maze.”

Half right, murmured the relic. You’re between.

He froze. “Between what?”

Sleep and waking. Mind and body. You fel
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