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The Hunt For Memory

Author: Park Cheal
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Chapter 9: The Hunt for Memory

Thorne's POV

Two weeks had passed since I had moved into Garrett's penthouse, and my memory was still a hazy blur. I could hardly remember my own name without needing to double-check with someone. The memories of my life before the accident had not returned, and every day was like a walk through fog, with no clear path to be seen or any anchor to hold onto. In many ways, the apartment was empty-beautifully furnished and rich in luxuries, but it wasn't mine. Every piece of furniture felt foreign; every wall was cold, unwelcoming. I didn't recognize the space. Even the air I breathed seemed unfamiliar, as if it belonged to someone else.

Despite the care Garrett showed, despite his attempts to help me recover, I couldn't shake the feeling of being lost in my own skin. At times, the emptiness of my mind was worse than the physical pain I endured. I wanted to remember. I wanted to reclaim what was mine-who I had been, who I had become. But no matter how hard
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