The Pale Garden
The air inside the subterranean assay lab of the Halloway & Sons Lead Refinery was not merely still; it was suspended, a heavy, viscous medium that coated the lungs and settled in the marrow like fine dust. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands had been stained indigo by decades of chemical exposure, stood before the centrifuge, his back rigid against the humming vibration of the machinery. The room...
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