The Distant Blade
"Did you feel it again? The hum in the marrow?" I looked up from the dissection table, where the pale, translucent skin of the specimen lay stretched like a cellophane window over a landscape of blue veins. The air in the laboratory was thick with the scent of formaldehyde and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I wiped my hands on a rag that had long since lost its...
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