What Remains at the End of the Mutation
The water was at her neck when she made the choice. Sera Voss hung suspended in the flooded corridor of the old Bank of England, her gill-implant straining against the brine-thick water, her bioluminescent suit casting pale green shadows on walls that had once held the wealth of an empire. The vault was ahead of her, thirty meters through darkness and debris, and inside the vault was the...
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