Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the latex creaking like dry parchment. The hum of the lab’s ventilation system filled the air, a low, mechanical drone that never ceased. She stepped into the observation chamber, her…
The air in the sublevel lab smelled like metal and static, a sharp tang that clung to the back of her throat. Mara’s boots scuffed against the linoleum as she stepped into the chamber, her breath fogging the glass of…
The air in the chamber tasted like rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of her throat. Mara pressed her palms against the cold steel table, feeling the hum of unseen machinery beneath her skin. The…