The Last Coin in the Rain
The city of Nocturne was a smudge of charcoal and neon against a sky that had forgotten the sun. It rained every day—a cold, greasy drizzle that tasted of copper and old electricity. Everyone in Nocturne lived in the "Dream-State," a permanent neural link to a virtual paradise where they were kings, gods, or lovers. In the real world, they were just husks in pods, their muscles wasting away...
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