The Wistful Silence

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The fog did not roll in. It arrived with a sudden, violent tear in the atmosphere. One moment, the laboratory was bright, sterile, humming with the low electrical drone of the centrifuges. The next, the glass walls were opaque, white, swallowing the light. Julian Vane stood by the spectrometer, his hand hovering over the control dial. He did not flinch. He knew what the fog meant. It was not...

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