Dead-Code
Dead Code The rain in Neo-LA never stopped. It fell in a perpetual drizzle, mixing with the chemical residue of industry to create an acid that burned through concrete and skin alike. Kai Nakamura sat in his apartment on the 47th floor of a residential block that leaned slightly to the west, watching the neon glow of the Upper District bleed through the fog. His neural ports glowed faintly at...
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