Signal-Zero
Signal Zero I. The Case The rain in New London had a particular chemistry to it—acidic enough to etch permanent patterns into the polymer rooftops, clean enough to make the neon reflections on the street shimmer like oil paintings. Kael Mercer watched it from the window of his office on the forty-seventh floor of the Meridian Building, nursing a glass of amber liquid that cost more than his...
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