The Distant Promise

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The first sign was not the smell, but the taste, a metallic tang that coated Elias Thorne’s tongue like a film of rusted wire. He stood in the center of the sterile, white-tiled laboratory, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly drone that seemed to vibrate in his very marrow. Around him, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and something older, something that smelled of turned earth...

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