The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The centrifuge spun at three thousand revolutions per minute, a low hum that vibrated in the teeth of Yan Yang, who stood before the containment unit with his left hand trembling so violently that the glass vial in his grip shook against the steel rim. He was thirty-four, a senior researcher at the firm, and his wife Mei was dying in the hospital wing above, her neural pathways dissolving like...

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