The Void Merchant
The neon of Los Angeles didn't light up the night; it just made the shadows deeper. Elias Vance sat in the back of a rain-slicked sedan, watching the city bleed purple and gold. He was a man who dealt in the only currency that mattered in the new world: the laws of physics. Ten years ago, Elias had been a refugee, a survivor of the "Shatter," a localized physical collapse that had erased his...
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