The Silent Ray
ACT ONE The laboratory smelled of ozone and old paper. Marcus Thorne stood over the workbench and looked at the thing his mentor had left behind. It was a cylinder of polished aluminium, about the length of a ruler, with a dial on one end marked in frequencies Marcus had never seen written down. There were no wires connected to it, no power source visible, no instructions. Just the cylinder and...
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