The animal was neither alive nor dead.
Evelyn Cartwright stared at it through the glass of the observation chamber and felt something she could not name settle in her chest. It was not horror, exactly. It was not curiosity. It was the feeling of standing at the edge of something that had no name. The rabbit sat in the center of the chamber, its fur matted with the experimental compound that Evelyn had applied three hours ago. Its...
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