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Elias sat up straighter. His voice, when he spoke, was not loud, but it filled the observation room.

“Please, step inside,” Leonard said, gesturing to a stark white room with a single, throne-like chair facing a blank wall. mirador mdm

The MDM recalibrated. It dug deeper. “You believe you loved your wife. But you loved the idea of her grief. You used her death for poetry.” Elias sat up straighter

Elias was different. The hum deepened. Leonard watched on the monitor as the first probe entered Elias’s mind: “You believe your art heals. But art is just a scream in a bottle. No one ever truly hears you.” Elias sat up straighter. His voice