The Distant Threshold
The vial sat on the steel table, a slender glass finger pointing at the ceiling, containing a substance that was neither liquid nor solid but something in between, a viscous, opalescent suspension that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal luminescence, as if it possessed a heartbeat independent of the cold, sterile air of the laboratory. I watched it, my eyes burning from the strain of...
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