The rain in New Orleans did not fall so much as materialize

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The rain in New Orleans did not fall so much as materialize—a fine gray mist that coated everything in a sheen of urban condensation. Jax Corrigan stepped out of the maglev and felt it on his face like a verdict.

Eleven days. Eleven days since Ceres Station went dark and he had been bouncing between safe houses in the Delta, running the kind of data extraction that left you hollowed out and calling yourself something other than what you were. Le Manoir rose before him like a proposition: art deco bones wrapped in holographic ivy, the sign pulsing a slow, sedative amber. It was the kind of place that...

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