The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, suspended mist that turned the glass walls of the institute into translucent membranes, blurring the boundary between the sterile, climate-controlled interior and the decaying, fungal world outside. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the laboratory, his breath forming small, fleeting clouds in the chilled air, his fingers hovering...
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