The Wistful Saga
The rain against the high, arched windows of the Atrium was a rhythmic, metallic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Dr. Elias Thorne’s bones, a physical manifestation of the static charge that had been building in the air of the facility for days, a pressure that the ambient temperature control systems could not quite mitigate because the systems themselves were failing, their...
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