The Mirror Tick
The rain in New London didn't fall so much as hang in the air, a perpetual acid-drizzle that turned the neon into watercolor smears and made the whole city look like a photograph left out in the wet. Marcus Hale had been a detective long enough to stop noticing the rain. What he hadn't grown accustomed to was the mirror tick. Mirror tick was what the data-dredgers called it — when a Mirror Copy...
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