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## The Gilded Trap The rain in the Shell-City never stopped. It was a thick, oily drizzle that tasted of copper and old ozone. I sat in my office, the neon sign of the "Last Stop" diner flickering across my desk, casting long, jagged shadows. I'm Detective Miller, and in a world wrapped in a titanium sphere, I'm the only one still looking for the exit. For years, the Ministry told us the Shell...
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