Keamanan sat quietly while Captain Procer scanned through the report. His left arm was still stiff, but the bleeding had stopped. The new jacket smelled musty and the collar rubbed against his neck but he resisted the urge to scratch. The spacious office was mostly empty, since the Captain took her austerity as a point [...]
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I returned to my quarters to rest and escape from the reminder of the sullying touch of the Immaterium. I trusted Pron to take care of matters, but in time I owed him an explanation. Whether to provide the truth was something I had not yet decided. I was sure of myself, despite the need [...]
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The Rolm affair ended strangely (insomuch as it had ended – later I would recognize the inappropriate haste with which I had applied such a terminal verb). My subjects were generally not in the habit of surrendering themselves to me in such an odd fashion. I hadn’t failed to notice this fact. However, my responsibilities [...]
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The rain never penetrated down the Floor, sheltered beneath the canopy of mega-scrapers. Instead, the humid air interacted with the cooling concrete labyrinth of alleys and streets, condensing in a scummy layer on every surface, as if Atlanta oozed liquid toxin from its clammy skin. I liked the honesty of the Floor. This was the [...]
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