The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The air in the atrium smelled of ozone and wet stone. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Thursday. Time had become a fluid thing here, in the Undercity, where the servers hummed a low, constant note that vibrated in the teeth. I was standing at the edge of the data stream, watching the light pulse. Blue. White. Blue. The rhythm was soothing. It was the only thing that made sense anymore. "You’re...

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