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THE CORROSION OF CERTAINTY

META'S POV:

I ran a hand through my hair, the cold sweat on my brow a testament to the chaos raging in my mind. The image of that man—the scarred, twisted version of my own face from my nightmares—was burned onto the back of my eyelids, a phantom that refused to fade. Am I hallucinating? The th...