The Neon Gambit (V-03)
The rain in Nocturne didn't fall; it clung. It was a greasy, neon-stained mist that tasted of copper and ozone, coating the towering spires of the megacity in a permanent sheen of grime. In Nocturne, existence was a subscription. If your credits ran dry, your lungs stopped filtering the smog, your eyes lost their augmented overlays, and eventually, the city simply deleted your access to the...
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