The Distant Clue
"Do you see it? The fracture line, running through the stem like a vein of pale stone?" The question hung in the sterile, recycled air of the laboratory, sharp and brittle as the glass vials lining the shelves behind us, and I did not look up from the specimen under the microscope, my eyes burning with the dry ache of long hours spent in the dim, blue-tinged glow of the electron beam, because...
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