The Moving City
Los Angeles, 2047 The numbers on the page didn't add up. Jack Harlow stared at them for a long time, the cigarette burning down to the filter between his fingers, the smoke curling toward the water-stained ceiling of his office like a prayer nobody was listening to. Three hundred thousand. That was the official number of engineers, technicians, and support staff listed as essential personnel...
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