CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-TWO

Brume ringlets from a forgotten mug beside Dr Lenora Sinclair as she hunches over the bitsy break-room table. Pale fluorescent light reveals the fatigue etched into her sharp cheekbones. Her white fleece, formerly crisp, now hangs in rumpled crowds around narrow shoulders. She rubs her tabernacles, ...

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