The Chronos Trap
I The rain had been falling on New York for eleven days straight. It fell now as I walked up the steps of the Chronos Corp building on Fifth Avenue—steady, indifferent, the kind of rain that doesn't wash anything clean but just makes the grime slicker. I was Miles Hardwick, and I had been walking this city long enough to know that rain and grime were the same thing viewed from different...
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