The Purity of Zero
The clinic was a masterpiece of white. White walls, white floors, white light that stripped away every shadow and every secret. Dr. Elena Thorne sat in the center of the sterile void, her fingers dancing across a holographic interface. "The signal is locked," she whispered. Her voice was devoid of emotion, a flat line in a world of peaks and valleys. For years, the world had feared the...
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