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C.H.E.S.S
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I stared at the letters tattooed into my right forearm. I had no memory how I had got it or why I was in a hospital gown or why I was floating at the edge of a muddy, river bank. I had absolutely no memory of who I was…
The letters tattooed into my right forearm. "C.H.E.S.S.," they spelled, stark against my pale skin. I had no memory of how I had acquired this mysterious ink, nor could I recall why I found myself in a hospital gown, disoriented and floating at the edge of a muddy riverbank. The world around me seemed both familiar and distant, as if I were an intruder in my own life.
A distant hum echoed in the air, drawing my attention to a dilapidated building nearby. With hesitant steps, I made my way toward it, the...
I stared at the letters tattooed into my right forearm. I had no memory how I had got it or why I was in a hospital gown or why I was floating at the edge of a muddy, river bank. I had absolutely no memory of who I was…
The letters tattooed into my right forearm. "C.H.E.S.S.," they spelled, stark against my pale skin. I had no memory of how I had acquired this mysterious ink, nor could I recall why I found myself in a hospital gown, disoriented and floating at the edge of a muddy riverbank. The world around me seemed both familiar and distant, as if I were an intruder in my own life.
A distant hum echoed in the air, drawing my attention to a dilapidated building nearby. With hesitant steps, I made my way toward it, the...
