The-Memory-Thief-of-New-Babel
The Memory Thief of New Babel I. The memory hit Kael Mercer like a fist to the sternum, and he knew immediately that it wasn't his. He stood in his office on the forty-third tier of New Babel, rain streaking the windows in acidic rivulets that tasted of copper and forgotfulness. The anonymous data packet had arrived twenty minutes ago, encrypted with a protocol he hadn't seen since his days...
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