THE MIRROR OF BLOOD
Act I: The Pattern The rain in New Shanghai did not fall so much as it accumulated, layering itself in thin sheets across every surface like a slow, persistent erasure. Mor watched it from the doorway of his hab-unit in the lower district, watching the acid droplets eat into the metal plating of the street below with the same indifferent consumption that characterized everything in this city....
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