The Crystallization of Edmund Ashworth
The laboratory had become a cage by the time December arrived. Edmund Ashworth no longer slept in his rooms at Trinity College. He slept on a cot wedged between the incubator and the microscope, waking every two hours to check the slides, to record the movements, to document the impossible. The Alpha strain was learning. He had known this for six weeks and had told no one. The pressure had...
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