The Pale Altar
The central processing unit of the clinical nutrition laboratory hummed with a low, sub-audible vibration that Marcus Thorne could feel in the marrow of his teeth, a constant reminder that the air in the room was not merely recycled but curated, filtered through a series of activated carbon blocks and HEPA filters until it reached a state of sterile, colorless neutrality that stripped the world...
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