The Faded Paradox
The saline tincture was not a liquid, Elara Vance thought, as much as a suspension of time, a thick, black syrup that clung to the glass vial with a viscosity that defied the cold of the basement laboratory. She held it up to the harsh fluorescent light, watching the dark substance swirl, and felt the familiar, cold weight of it settle in her stomach, a physical manifestation of the Mnemic...
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