The Faded Shield
The glass shatters. It is not a clean break. It is a violent, jagged explosion of sound in the sterile silence of the archive. You stand in the center of the room, your hands raised, still trembling. The shards of the specimen jar lie in a glittering constellation on the polished oak floor. The fluid inside is gone. Evaporated. Or perhaps it was never there to begin with. "Dr. Vance," a voice...
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