SENSES | A Short Story
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The room is white. Truly white, very clean. The air smells like a sterilized towel, and it's chilly. I get up and find that a stack of clothes has been left for me. Made of wool. I change into the clothing and walk towards the only door in the room. As I approach, it slides open. I walk through, and now the silence i
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