The Golden Mirror
The fluorescent lights of Containment Unit 4B hummed with a frequency that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his teeth, a sterile, high-pitched drone that seemed to amplify the metallic taste of blood already coating his tongue as he pinned his father’s wrists against the cold steel of the examination table. Elias, a Senior Investigator whose body was a topographic map of old combat scars and...
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