The Pale Garden
The banquet hall of the Sterling Institute for Advanced Neurological Research hummed with a low, electric frequency that vibrated in the molars of every guest present, a subsonic thrum generated by the massive, humming server racks that lined the basement, a place where the air was recycled so often it tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a sterile purgatory where Dr. Elias Thorne sat at the head...
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