The Pale Tower
The notice was printed on thin, brittle paper, the kind that crumbled if you breathed on it too hard. "SUBJECT: OXYGEN SUBSCRIPTION RENEWAL. STATUS: PENDING. REASON: SECTOR DEBT." I read it three times in the dim light of the tower, the air thick with the stale scent of recycled dust and the metallic tang of the ventilation fans. I was thirty-four years old, a border guard in a fog-bound...
0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare