The Genetic Sequence of Guilt
The fog rolled off the Thames on that gray morning in 2087, thick with the particulate pollution that no atmospheric filter could fully remove, and Inspector Jonathan Blackwell arrived at the Canary Wharf tower with the same mechanical precision that had defined his twenty-three years of service. He was a compact man whose body had been enhanced with subdermal armor plating along the spine and...
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