The Neon Memory

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The rain in Neo-Memphis did not clean anything. It fell every Thursday and Saturday night in a steady, gray drizzle that turned the streets into black mirrors and made the holographic advertisements bleed their sickly colors into the puddles. Cassia Moreau walked through a puddle on Canal Street and did not look down. She had learned long ago that looking down was a sign of weakness in the undercity, and NightHerb had trained her well. Her left eye — a military-grade optic implant, NightHerb mo
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