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... ble. The present blurred around him, replaced by the weight of a past that pressed like iron against his chest. Memories rose unbidden, not as images but as sensations—the smell of chemical solvents, the hum of old laboratory equipment, the low voice of Elias explaining theories that made the air feel electric.
He had been so young then.
He could still see the boy he once was, trailing after Elias down dim corridors lined with chalkboards and microscopes. Papers drifted across be ...
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