The tattoo refused to leave my mind. Ever since Marcus showed me the surveillance footage, the faded black symbol had continued to haunt every quiet moment.I had seen it before. I just couldn't remember where.I sat alone in my office after everyone else had gone home. The laboratory had grown unusually quiet, leaving only the soft hum of the ventilation system filling the silence.The photograph from the surveillance camera remained open on my computer screen. I stared at the man's wrist again, hoping another detail would trigger my memory.Instead, I closed my eyes. Fragments of my childhood slowly surfaced.They were incomplete and scattered, like pieces of a broken photograph. I remembered walking through a brightly lit laboratory while holding my father's hand.I couldn't have been more than six years old, and everything around me had seemed enormous. Researchers hurried past us carrying files and medical equipment.Everyone looked frightened. My fa
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