The Wistful Cipher

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The desalination plant hummed a low, broken note that vibrated through the soles of Rory Macara’s boots, a sound like a throat clearing before a scream. It was the summer the wells failed, and the air in the closes of Glasgow’s orbital station tasted of recycled iron and stale sweat. Rory stood in the intake corridor, his hands stained with the green sludge of dead algae, watching the city...

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