The Pale Shadows
Thị Trang’s hand hovered over the inventory ledger, her fingers trembling not from fear but from the precise, mechanical failure of her right eye, which had begun to blur the fine print into a smear of grey water. She was forty-two, the senior security chief of the Mekong Delta Charter Colony, and she wanted the promotion to Director of Internal Affairs more than she wanted the oxygen...
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