...... I dare not sleep—every time I close my eyes, I'm dragged back to that garden. Those men, donned in bla…
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I dare not sleep—every time I close my eyes, I'm dragged back to that garden. Those men, donned in black, kept forcing poison powder down my throat, and in that dark chamber, monsters lurked everywhere: purple-faced, swollen-limbed horrors!
Why? What kind of experiment are they really conducting?