The Silver Quota
The night in the Drought Zone does not merely exist. It occupies. It fills the spaces between buildings like sediment in a dry riverbed, heavy with the memory of water and the promise of none to come. New Eden, 2078. The sky above it had not seen a star in a generation. The smog hung like a ceiling — thick, gray, indifferent — the way ceilings are indifferent to the people who live beneath...
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