They were the cure: creatures designed to block traumatic memory with darkness.
The end of the night
The police arrived. Daniel was arrested.
Matthew’s vision slowly returned: first blurry, then clear.
The first thing he saw was Sofia.
“Why did you help me?” she asked, tears streaming down her face.
He shrugged.
“I had one too,” she said. “Mine didn’t blind me. It allowed me to see the darkness in others.”
He left at dawn, refusing the money. He only asked for a promise.
That Matthew would face the truth.
Because the worst blindness is not physical.
It is the one we choose when we are afraid to look at the pain.
And that’s a vision no billionaire can buy.
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