THE QUIET AGREEMENT
Act I — The Spark The rain in Neo-Los Angeles never stopped. It just paused occasionally, like a breath held between sentences, and then resumed with the same steady, indifferent rhythm. Jack Harper sat in his office on the forty-second floor of the Odyssey Space Mining building, looking at the document in front of him. It was a nondisclosure agreement—standard for Odyssey employees, thicker...
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