In Blake's sight, everything was reduced to just one color.
The pale room and pale faces had completely surrounded him.
"...How do you feel now?" In the silent world, the voice came from a very far away place. Blake spent a few minutes to discern the meaning of the sentence, and spent a few more minutes to break free from the mud that permeated his throat, and spent a few more minutes to find his own voice.
He heard his own voice saying, "That's it."
The heavy curtains were pulled open in an instant, and a beam of light splashed out. Blake, who was sitting on a chair in the corner, felt that he was pushed hard by someone. This time, his eyes finally focused and stayed on the old man in a black suit and with a cane in front of him.
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