The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The biometric scanner burned against my thumb, a hot, wet sting that felt less like technology and more like the bite of a tick, sucking the heat from my skin as it read the ridges of my flesh. I was holding the door handle of the inner containment unit, the metal cold and heavy in my grip, while the air behind me smelled of ozone and the sharp, antiseptic bite of bleach. Julian was inside, and...

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