The Pale Fracture
Frank Ledbetter’s hand, mid-motion over the optical reader, slipped a fraction of a millimeter to the left, and the biometric tag on the vial of preserved moss slipped off its designated slot, clattering into the tray of rejected samples with a sound like a dry bone breaking. The tremor was not a spasm but a sustained, low-frequency vibration that had lived in his right ulnar nerve for the last...
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