The Distant Nightmare
The rain against the windshield of the taxi did not wash the city clean but merely slicked it over with a glossy, deceptive film that reflected the neon signs in long, trembling streaks of electric blue and sickly pink, and I held my breath as we approached the glass-and-steel monolith of the Veridian Dynamics headquarters, a structure that seemed to pierce the low, bruised clouds with the...
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