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he got her hands on it. She' d tagged the university, her department, and several pro

supervising professor,

nique approach to cellular degeneration. He had read drafts of that very paper, off

Annabell, the charade fell apart. She couldn't answer the simplest questions about the meth

e comments section of the live stream exploded w

, this was

grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh. The world tilted, my vision

bloomed in my heart. When had he and Annabell gotten so cl

suffering, her delicate frame wracked with performative sobs, punctuated

eath came in shallow gasps. His eyes were fixed on Annabe

her. "Tell them it was a mistake," he ordered. "Tell t

so far from the truth, that all I could

he face of modern medicine. He'd spent countless hours with me in the lab, pushing me, c

rs. They could spot a fraud a mile away. They knew the person who wrote that pape

oice was sharp, a whip cr

e room spinning around me. My head was pounding, a

her back, a gentle squeeze of her shoulder. When had his conc

uld end a career before it even began. And Abel, my prot

hospital sheets I knew were in my near fut