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DEEP REST
Chapter 2:
The Whisper
The Library.
Not the hushed, orderly kind with hefty tomes and
whispering librarians. This was Evelyn’s library. A
chaotic, sprawling collection of medical journals,
ancient texts, neuroscience diagrams taped to the
walls, and a perpetual scent of old paper and
lukewarm coffee. It was her war room, her sanctuary,
and, increasingly, her prison.
She sat hunched over her desk, the strange volume
from Mallory’s room open in front of her. The faded
symbol on its cover seemed to pulse, a silent
challenge. Somnus Profundus. Deep Sleep. The words
echoed in her mind, a bizarre counterpoint to the
clinical jargon that usually filled her thoughts.
Her fingers traced the intricate brainwave patterns
sketched on the yellowed pages. They were unlike
anything she had ever seen in her research. Modern
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