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Submitted to Contest #296
The hospital waiting room had become a second home—not in how a home provides comfort, but in how a prison cell becomes familiar to its inmate. The stiff chairs, the constant hum of fluorescent lights, and the sterile scent of antiseptic and faded hope clung to the air like ghosts that refused to leave. Day after day, we gathered there, breathing in recycled air, counting the hours until we were forced to leave, only to return the next morning. We were trapped in a loop of waiting, wanting, and fearing what would come.Halloween has always be...
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