The Distant Clue
The alarm screamed. It was not a human sound. It was a jagged shard of noise that tore through the sterile air of the containment unit. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not think. He moved. His boots struck the cold metal grating of the floor with a sharp, rhythmic clang. Dust motes danced in the harsh, flickering light of the overhead halogens. "Thorne!" the voice crackled in his earpiece. Static...
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