The first time I noticed Marcus wasn't sleeping, I thought it was summer semester fatigue. You get it in April—six months of grant writing, thesis revisions, and department politics that drain you faster than any lab session.
But this was November, and Marcus Webb hadn't slept more than four hours a night for what felt like six months. I knew because I was his research assistant. I calibrated his equipment. I ran the simulations he designed. I took notes in meetings where he talked about things that most people in the Columbia physics department pretended didn't exist. The orbs. That's what he called them....
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