The Neon Easel

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The Neon Easel

The headset was still warm. Jax Mercer held it in his palm and felt the residual heat of a stranger's skull against his own fingers, and for a moment he was terrified, because he had not invited anyone into his shipping container, and he had not left the headset anywhere near a body.Then he set it down on his workbench beside a half-empty cup of instant coffee and told himself that warm...

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