The lab coat felt heavier today. Not the fabric; the fabric was the same thin polyester-cotton blend Sarah had worn for three years. It was the weight of knowing. The readings from station seven were impossible. Not unlikely, not anomalous. Impossible. And yet there they were, glowing on her screen like a dare, waiting for someone brave enough to believe them.
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Biochemist turned protagonist in “The Catalyst Protocol”