CHROME STATION

by Elliot Gaynon


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Elliot Gaynon



Prologue


The storage room was silent, except for the occasional nervous intake of breath. A woman cowered in the shadows, behind a group of metal crates.

What have we done?

She struggled to maintain a sob as a bead of sweat trickled past her temple and dripped onto the blood stained floor.

What have we created?

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head slightly, peering over the edge of one of the crates.

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