Heart Racing
Matthew’s pulse quickened as he realized he was getting closer to the truth. Clutching the clipboard, he noted the room number and quietly slipped back into the hallway. The sterile environment of the clinic felt oppressive, the silence amplifying his every movement. His heart raced as he approached the room, the faint sound of animal noises growing louder with each step. He had to stay focused—he was running out of time.
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