The Golden Master
The vial shattered on the linoleum floor of the sterile breakroom, a sound like a small, sharp scream that cut through the hum of the ventilation system. It was a Tuesday, though the day of the week felt irrelevant in the face of the sudden, violent disruption of order. Dr. Elara Vance stood frozen, her hands hovering in the air, trembling with a vibration that seemed to originate from the...
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