The-Memory-Dealer
The Memory Dealer ACT I — RISING The rain in New Eden tasted like copper and bad decisions. It fell in sheets that turned the neon-lit streets into rivers of reflected light — red, green, violet — colors that meant nothing and everything in the colony city orbiting a star that wasn't home. Jack Mercer stood under a broken sign in the Lower Ward, his cybernetic left eye processing the rain as...
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