The Hope Engine
The city of Omonoia was a miracle of geometry and cruelty. Above, the Spires of the Elite pierced the clouds, bathed in eternal sunlight and filtered air. Below, in the Sub-Strata, millions lived in a perpetual twilight of neon and rust, breathing the recycled exhaust of the world above. Silas was the only thing the Sub-Strata had that resembled a god: a doctor. He operated out of a converted...
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