The Silent Circuit
Dr. Voss adjusted the magnifying lens over her left eye, the sterile hum of the lab machines a familiar drone against her skull. The man on the table—subject 237—had been here for three weeks, a silent enigma wrapped in hospital…
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The Memory Weaver
The neon smeared across the slick pavement, fractured by the downpour. Rain tasted like ozone and regret. Kai traced the glyphs blossoming on the wall – not spray paint, but *rain graffiti*, ephemeral code blooming in the moisture. It pulsed,…