The Cost of Conversation
The small, dimly lit office smells faintly of lavender. The ticking clock on the wall is the only sound cutting through the silence. Dr. Lawson, the psychiatrist, adjusts his glasses, …
The small, dimly lit office smells faintly of lavender. The ticking clock on the wall is the only sound cutting through the silence. Dr. Lawson, the psychiatrist, adjusts his glasses, …
In a world where every soul is unwavering in the belief of a divine presence, where heaven and hell are not just metaphors but undeniable truths etched into the very …