The Hollow Man
The air in the sublevel lab tasted metallic, like old pennies and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the latex creaking as she stepped closer to the containment unit. Inside, the man—Kael—lay still, his skin a…
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The Fractured Mind
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the rubber creaking as she leaned over the neural scanner. The machine’s hum filled the lab, a low vibration that resonated in her teeth. Kael sat across from her, his…
The Silent Protocol
The air in the sublevel hummed with the low-frequency drone of machines, a sound that seeped into the bones and refused to leave. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like dry skin, and stared at the glass…
The Fractured Light
Clara’s eyes fluttered open to a ceiling of polished steel, its surface reflecting the sterile glow of overhead lights. The air smelled of antiseptic and burnt metal, a tang that clung to her tongue. Her fingers twitched against the cold…
Node Seven
## Node Seven The rain tasted metallic, a constant film on everything in Sector Gamma. Elara wiped her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leaving a smear of grey against her skin. She’s been tasting it for fourteen…
The Echo Architect
## The Echo Architect Rain beaded on the grimy window of Unit 47, blurring the neon-slicked streets outside. Alva traced a pattern on the condensation with a nicotine-stained finger, barely registering the droplets as they slid down to pool at…