Sixty-Three
On the morning of her twenty-seventh birthday, Kali Nadeer stood at the easternmost edge of Arcology Seven and counted backward from human. The fog rolled in from the drowned city below, thick and yellow with particulate, and the water lapped against the platform's concrete pilings with the patient rhythm of something that had been waiting for seven generations to reclaim what it had lost. She...
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