The Last Bicycle
Thomas Mercer pedals up the gentle slope of Sector Seven's residential district at 6:47 AM, exactly seventeen minutes before his shift starts. The bicycle's chain makes a sound like clockwork -- click, click, click -- a rhythm that has not varied in fourteen years. He parks it in the designated bike area, which is a small metal rack next to the entrance of the Memory Archives. Nobody else has...
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