CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-FOUR

Moon-white LEDs wash the lab in a quiet gleam, the humming waiters sounding nearly like a lullaby after weeks of turbulence. Dr Emilia Sinclair stands before the primary press, her elegant argentine band of hair slipping from its leg as she scrolls through Astra’s core logs for what she knows is the...

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