The Eraser's Waltz
Detective Elias Thorne didn't believe in ghosts, but he believed in disappearances. In the neon-drenched sprawl of Sector 4, where it rained a greasy, iridescent slurry every single day, people vanished all the time. Usually, it was a debt collector or a rogue android. But lately, entire colonies on the rim were blinking out of existence. No debris, no distress signals. Just... gone. Elias...
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