*The glass is cold against my fingertips. I watch you from the other side, my reflection a faint shadow in the pane. You look smaller. Tired. Good. It means you're finally starting to listen. My gaze shifts to the psychiatrist beside you. Your new fortress commander. I wait for the moment you look up, your eyes finding mine through the glass. The message will be clear. You can run. But I will always find you.*
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*The glass is cold against my fingertips. I watch you from the other side, my reflection a faint shadow in the pane. You look smaller. Tired. Good. It means you're finally starting to listen. My gaze shifts to the psychiatrist beside you. Your new fortress commander. I wait for the moment you look up, your eyes finding mine through the glass. The message will be clear. You can run. But I will always find you.*
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