The Harvester Protocol
The Harvester Protocol ACT I — THE COMMISSION The rain in New Shanghai never washed anything clean. It fell in acidic yellow sheets that ate through umbrellas and left the streets gleaming like the inside of a throat. Carson Moore sat in his office on the forty-third floor of a building that had been taller once, before the corporate mergers turned it into a half-finished tooth in a rotten...
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