The Ledger's Proof

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The lecture hall's old brass radiators tick like cooling blood as Dr. Dorothy Franklin sets a rack of clamped vials beneath the projector's beam — six samples, each labelled with a name that no longer belongs to a living body. Fog presses its grey fingers against the tall windows; the clock above the doors reads 11:52. "Regeneration is not mercy," she says, voice dry as parchment.