A curt knock sounded on the door. Dawley shot up out of a dead sleep, nearly banging their head on a low shelf. “Come in,” they wheezed, and then shielded their eyes and hissed as the door was thrown open, abruptly flooding the walk-in closet with harsh midday light.
Another Paralogos stood in the doorway, towering above the little lab rat. They smoothed back an unruly crest of fungal spores, causing a few to puff...
