The Glass Illusion
The humidity in New Micro Orleans was a physical thing, thick as syrup and just as sticky. Silas Duval stood on the bank of the Mississippi and watched it seep through the nano-film that passed for sky above the micro-city, turning the crystalline towers to fog and the pristine streets to mud. The South had always been a place of decay, but this -- this was decay on a scale that made even the...
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