The Pale Shadows
The rain had stopped, but the air in the laboratory remained thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth, a combination that always made your teeth ache. You sat at the edge of the stone table, your hands clasped tightly, the knuckles white against the dark wood. Outside, the gray sky pressed down on the university campus like a heavy, damp cloth. It was late afternoon, the light thinning to a...
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