The Chronos Engine
The rain in New York didn't fall; it clung. It was a grey, viscous curtain that smelled of ozone and old grease. Elias stood in the center of his basement lab, the air humming with the vibration of the Chronos Engine. Above him, the city was screaming—a genetic collapse had begun, a slow-motion erasure of the human genome that would turn every living soul into a mindless slurry within a month....
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