The closing chapter of the Steven Pinley short story.
We had decorated our new laboratory with old drawers we filled with tools, three electric lamps and the old table we had sourced.
I tell you, it was not like anything I’ve experienced before. I’m quite used to unnatural sights, unnameable diseases and horrid disfigurations as the field of biology and being an apprentice biologist has left me many repulsive visuals on my retinas, but none like the ones I have experienced with him. During my education towards… Read More