Part II

Part Two

They turned her into a ghost.

I turned that into a promise.

Men like Aris hide behind white walls and clean hands.

They think silence means ownership.

They think breaking her made them gods.

It didn’t.

It marked them.

I’m not coming to save her.

I’m coming to finish what they started — only slower, louder, and with an audience.

I don’t use scalpels.

I don’t do mercy.

I deal in cards, teeth, and last breaths.

Smile, Doctor.

The joke’s on you now.

— Jex

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