The Fractured Lattice
Dr. Elara Voss awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of machines, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. The white ceiling above blurred at the edges, fractured like glass. She sat up, wincing as a…
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The Unraveling of Dr. Lila Voss
Dr. Lila Voss had never been one for small talk. Her world was the sterile hum of the lab, the sharp scent of antiseptic, and the quiet thrill of decoding the brain’s labyrinth. She lived alone in a converted warehouse…