The Mutation and the Memory
I The year was 2087 and London was underwater. What remained of the city clung to the upper floors of abandoned towers, a vertical slum suspended above the flood that had swallowed the streets where Vincent Corcoran once drove his black car and where Cornelius Vane had once counted his ledgers and where Tom Whitfield had once recorded the names of the cleared. The water line sat at the fourth...
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