The Distant Threshold

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The blister on your thumb is weeping a black fluid that smells of burnt sugar and ozone. You press it against the cold steel of the centrifuge, the pain a sharp, clarifying spike that keeps you awake. It is three in the morning in the Aethelgard Corp. laboratory, a sterile white box suspended in the fog of the Pacific Northwest, and your hands are trembling. You are trying to synthesize "The...

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