He’d come in out of the warm rain that sizzled across the Ninsei pavement. The room was walled with mirrors, each panel framed
in red neon, decorated in a dated nameless style from the previous century, an uneasy blend of Japanese traditional and Milanese plastics. She stood at the consoles lost in the game she played.
Her face bathed in restless laser light, features reduced to a code.
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