The rain hit the pavement like bullets, the way it always did in...

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The rain hit the pavement like bullets, the way it always did in this godforsaken city. I pulled my collar up and kept walking. The FBI badge in my pocket felt heavier than it should.

They'd called me in at noon. Agent Cross, a man with eyes like cracked glass, sat me down in a windowless room and told me about the Scientific Boundary organization. A group of physicists. All of them dead. All of them suicides. "Each one left the same message before they pulled the trigger," Cross said. "They're watching us." I didn't believe him. Not at first. But then he showed me the...

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