The Wistful Mountain

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The smell of burnt sugar and ozone was the first thing I noticed, a sharp, chemical sting that cut through the humid air of the laboratory. I stood before the centrifuge, watching the red slurry spin into a viscous, copper-colored gel. The machine hummed, a low, rhythmic thrum that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, in the marrow of my bones. It was a sound I had come to associate with safety, with...

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