The Faded Root
The fluorescent tube above the specimen bench flickered with a frequency that matched the erratic thumping in Elias Thorne’s temples, a metronome counting down the six months before his tenure review, a countdown that felt less like time and more like the slow grinding of a millstone against the soft tissue of his sanity. He counted the hours spent under the microscope, one thousand, two...
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