• The Glass Vial
    The Glass VialPART ONEThe laboratory smelled of chemicals and bad decisions. Jack Mercer could tell which was which by the smell alone—chemicals burned like acetone and sulfur, bad decisions burned like the whiskey he had been drinking for the last three months.He stood in the doorway, watching Doc Blackthorn pour a clear liquid from one beaker into another. The liquid turned yellow, then...
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  • The Iron Crucible
    The Iron CruciblePART ONEThe iron smelled of blood and river mud. Zeke Harlow knew that smell—he had breathed it since birth. His family lived in a shack on the edge of what used to be Crucible Forge, the biggest iron works in all of Etowah County, back when the county had a working population instead of a graveyard.Master Cross found him watching a blacksmith fire at the old ruins. Zeke was...
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  • What the Laboratory Keeps
    What the Laboratory KeepsPART ONEThe gas station was on Route 6 outside of Youngstown, Ohio. Ray Dolan worked the night shift, which meant he slept during the day and stared at the fluorescent lights at night. The lights buzzed. That was the only sound besides the occasional car passing on the wet highway, their tires hissing through the puddles.Ray didn't mind the nights. The days were worse....
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