One year later.The laboratory was quiet.Not abandoned.Quiet.There was a difference.Morning sunlight poured through the glass walls of the Justin Institute, touching rows of microscopes, research stations, computers, and shelves filled with carefully labeled samples.Nothing was hidden.Every door had a window.Every sample had a name.Every participant had a file they could access.Every experiment required consent.And above the main entrance, beneath the institute's name, were five words:Science Without Ownership.Celeste stopped beneath them.She had written those words herself.A year ago, she wouldn't have believed she would ever feel comfortable seeing her name on a building.Now she did.Not because the name made her important.Because it reminded her that nobody could take it from her again.“Dr. Justin?”She turned.A young researcher stood behind her holding a tablet.“Sorry.”Celeste smiled.“What's wrong?”“Nothing.”The researcher hesitated.“Actually, something is
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