The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain in New Veridia didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. I was on the border wall, watching the gray fog roll in from the dead zones, when my earpiece buzzed with a priority alert. It wasn’t a breach. It was a notification from the Central Registry: my wife, Mara, had been flagged for a neural spike. Her vitals were erratic, her heart rate spiking, and the system was...

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