The Wistful Silence

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The air in the subterranean laboratory hums with a frequency that settles deep in the marrow, a low, electric thrumming that tastes of copper and ozone. You stand before the glass enclosure, your hand resting lightly against the cold surface, watching the creature within. It is a fox, or perhaps it was once a fox, for its form is distorted by the alchemical processes you have subjected it to...

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