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The Fractured Mind

The Fractured Mind

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 19, 2025
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Fiction
Mystery
A man out of time. The war took pieces of him, and Grimwyck- Grimwyck took the rest. He walks the streets like he's looking for something he can't name. Cigarette always half-lit. Hat pulled low. Eyes that don't just see-they remember. Things that never happened. Or maybe did. It's hard to tell now. The city's wrong. Always has been. But lately... something's shifted. The air feels colder, even when it's warm. Clocks tick off-rhythm. People speak in sentences that echo twice. Rye hasn't slept in days. Or weeks. Or maybe years, in a way that matters. He says he's fine. That he's just tired. But we've seen the files. We've heard the recordings. Something's in there with him. What's crawling around in the corners of his mind? Is it a memory? A ghost? Something worse? Step inside. Just don't expect to leave the same.
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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