The Game of Extinction
The city of Ouroboros was a masterpiece of vertical greed. At the top, the Apex lived in floating gardens of synthetic gold; at the bottom, the Dregs breathed the filtered exhaust of the upper tiers. I, Marcus, operated in the spaces between. I was a Broker—a man who traded in the only currency that mattered: access. For a decade, I had made myself indispensable to both the Apex and the Dregs....
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