The Rationing of Breath
Rain in New York doesn't wash things clean; it just turns the grime into a slick, black mirror. Elias Thorne didn't believe in mirrors. He believed in the grit under his fingernails and the weight of the .38 Special in his shoulder holster. The "Event" had happened ten years ago. A signal from the void had rewritten the laws of biology. Now, the atmosphere was toxic to anyone without a "Genetic...
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