The Pale Echo
The air in the sub-basement of the Sterling & Vane Chemical Processing Facility was thick, not with the usual ozone tang of industrial solvents, but with the sweet, cloying scent of overripe pears and formaldehyde, a olfactory dissonance that settled into the marrow of Commander Elias Thorne like a physical weight. He stood at the head of the long, steel-topped inspection table, his posture...
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