The Faded Quadrant
The smell of burnt sugar and copper hung in the air of the laboratory, a cloying sweetness that did not taste like honey but like blood. Elias stood before the centrifuge, his hands trembling slightly as he watched the sample spin. It was a mundane task, the separation of isotope fractions, yet to Elias, it felt like a ritual of purification. He was fourteen, sharp-featured and quiet, a boy who...
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