Chapter 83 BENTHIC AUDIT

POV SYLVIE

The Thames at 4:00 AM was a river of liquid shadow, its surface broken only by the shimmering, toxic violet ripples that pulsed in time with the Vitreous-Cavill filtration spires. It didn't look like water; it looked like a bruise on the throat of the city.

I stood on the edge of a rusted...

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