The Terminal Broadcast
The rain in New Orleans didn't fall so much as materialize -- a fine gray mist that coated everything in a sheen of urban condensation. Detective Rina Tanaka stepped out of the maglev and felt it on her face like a verdict. Eleven days. Eleven days since Ceres Station went dark and she'd been bouncing between safe houses in the Delta, running the kind of data extraction that left you hollowed...
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