The Wistful Witness
Act I "You’re holding the sample too close to the light, Calum. The fibers scatter." Dr. Aris stood in the doorway of the analysis bay, his coat brushing the lint traps. The room was a tomb of white noise, the hum of the mass spectrometer a low thrum that vibrated in the teeth. Calum Sutherland, forty-two, a man whose life had narrowed to the width of a spectrometer’s needle, adjusted the...
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