
The Unseen Thread
The air in the Helix Institute’s sublevel chamber smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers stiff with static, and…
The air in the Helix Institute’s sublevel chamber smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers stiff with static, and…