The Glass Oracle
The rain in New New York didn't fall—it materialized, condensing from the chemical-laden atmosphere like the city's own sweat. Suki Tanaka pulled her collar up and moved through the neon-drenched streets of Sector 7, her neural implant flickering with intercepted traffic data that she didn't ask for but couldn't turn off. That was the thing about living in a city where every camera, every...
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