"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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It was past two o'clock when Leora entered her husband's laboratory.
She found him, hands clasped over each temple, amidst piles of papers, his body curled in on itself.
Frost had gone to sleep earlier in the evening, but Gian had stayed longer to study the latest analyses they had conducted.
Before leaving, Alessia and Faidan had kindly allowed to examine them. Gian Trafalgar had collected their respective blood and tissue samples to compare with those of the patients whose age had steadily declined.
They were getting younger and younger, sicker and sicker. The disease that struck the island was as troubling as the increasing number of cases. The waitress from the restaurant near the mines had been a turning point in understanding the origin of the disease. And now, the results were out.
