The Pale Meridian
The alarm did not ring. It was a silence so total it felt like a physical weight, pressing against the glass of the laboratory windows. You sat at your desk, the biometric scanner humming its low, electric hum, and watched the data stream. The numbers were wrong. Not merely inaccurate, but impossible. The cellular structures in the petri dish were not dividing; they were folding. They were...
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