CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX

Arabella cross-legged on the edge of her unmade bed, the apartment around her muted by night hush. Neon from the elevated tramway palpitated through half-drawn hangouts, painting violet stripes across discarded schematics and cold tea mugs. The holo-screen floated in the air like a silent ghost, rep...

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