The Signal Broker
The Signal Broker Act I — The Spark The rain in New Shanghai had a taste to it—something like copper and burnt plastic, like licking a battery wrapped in cigarette ash. Jack Morrow had learned to identify the severity of the acid content by taste alone. Tonight's was medium-heavy, the kind that required a weather mask but wouldn't dissolve the soles of your shoes if you were careful. Jack...
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