The Distant Threshold

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The air in Lab 4 tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat before you even open your eyes. You are Mara, thirty-two, a senior chemist at the Meridian Institute, and your hands are steady as you calibrate the centrifuge, though the walls around you seem to bleed a faint, rhythmic pulse. Your father is in the ward adjacent to the laboratory, his body...

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