The Ledger of Neo-Boston
The rain in Neo-Boston does not clean anything. It falls through neon fog and lands on wet concrete and pooled oil and the rusted fire escapes of buildings that were already obsolete when they were built. Jack Mercer watched it from his apartment window, cigarette burning between his fingers, watching a delivery drone navigate the fog like a blind insect bumping against glass. His office was on...
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