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... mell of blood. Some white-coated men were rushing to and fro, their hasty footsteps and constant rustling of the cloth betraying anxiety that was on the verge of eruption. They carried clipboards, data pads, and measuring instruments, but even as they worked diligently to appear calm, sweat seeped through their collars. Their eyes would flick, again and again, to the center of the tent.
There, in a fortified glass container, something stirred.
It was no common item of study. Its ...
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