The Cipher War
The neon lights of Manhattan flickered like a dying pulse, casting jagged streaks of pink and cyan across the rain-slicked streets. Claire sat in a windowless room in the basement of a nondescript laundromat, her fingers dancing across a holographic keyboard. She was the best cryptographer in the city, but she wasn't working for a government or a corporation. She was working for her own...
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