Miriam calls him from a hospital bed. “You’re not making art, Leo. You’re building a trigger. The brain can’t tell the difference between a movie silence and a real one. You’re teaching people to be afraid of the quiet between their own heartbeats.” Leo hangs up. She dies the next week.
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