S Lsd 01 05 01 -: New Content Private Acad Bath...

He stood. Walked through the archway.

Arden sat in the antechamber, stripped to linen shorts. His skin was cold. On his left wrist, a thin scar from a dream-fall last Tuesday—he'd tried to fly in Level 04 (Olfactory Override) and landed on a memory of broken glass. The scar was real. That was the rule here: What you feel in the dream, you keep in the skin. S Lsd 01 05 01 - NEW CONTENT Private Acad Bath...

The room paused. Then, softly: "Because the first nightmare is the lock. Every other fear is just a key." He stood

The door opened.

Arden hesitated. The other students—the ones who'd attempted 01-05-01 before him—were now in the infirmary, their eyes open but seeing nothing. Their mouths moved, whispering conversations from dreams that had eaten their way out. His skin was cold