The Pale Tower
The sterile hum of the ventilation system in the sub-basement of the St. Jude’s Institute for Advanced Pharmacological Research was not a sound so much as a pressure, a physical weight that settled against Eleanora Vane’s temples as she adjusted the calibration on the mass spectrometer. The air tasted of ozone and distilled fear, a metallic tang that clung to the back of her throat, masking the...
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