THE WATER HAS NO SURFACE

(METHARAJ) RAJ'S POV (Age 27, Year 1990)

​The cold brass yields. The heavy oak door groans inward—a slow, metallic shriek tearing through the dead air.

​Impact.

​The trapped air hits me like a physical blow. A thick, clotted blanket of old copper and sterile antiseptic settling instantly in m...

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