"The Numbers"
Red. Endless. Spinning in his mind like a cursed clock.
He can’t escape. He can’t think.
There’s only them.
7… 25… 14… 0…
They’re more than digits.
They’re commands.
Invisible chains.
"What do the numbe…
tremenda hostia
perdona?
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