The-Reaper-Protocol
The rain tasted like copper. Marcus Hale had learned to identify it that way — not by sight or smell but by the particular metallic tang on his tongue that meant the acid content was above acceptable levels and he needed to find shelter before his lungs started burning. He was already three blocks from shelter, standing in the narrow alley behind a NexusCorp data center in the lower levels of...
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