The Pale Fracture
The bio-hazard spill is already neutralized, Thomas said, his voice flat and devoid of the urgency that Mara felt vibrating in her own molars. He pointed a gloved finger at the grey puddle on the linoleum, which had dried into a crusty, flaking ring an hour ago. The supervisor’s eyes were the pale, washed-out blue of the sterile walls that surrounded them, a uniformity that made the small, dark...
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