The-Woman-in-the-Acid-Rain
The Woman in the Acid Rain I. The tower went dark on a Tuesday and New Babylon didn't know what to do with itself. Three kilometers of solar reflector—called the Pillar by everyone who lived in its shadow—had dropped from ninety-four percent efficiency to fifty-four in seventy-two hours. No mechanical failure. No structural damage. The Pillar was fine. Something was happening to the light...
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