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> Heron asked as they stepped into the open lobby of the cavernous building. Like the precinct’s main hall, the ceilings were easily fifty or sixty feet high, giving the room a submerged feeling.
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Heron’s eyebrows rose. >
> she said. Or they should.
As Grace collapsed her sunbrella and slipped it back into her pocket, a young AI receptionist looked up at their approach. She stood from her desk and extended her hand toward them. Grace inhaled and accepted it, giving it a firm shake. It was cool to the touch, her body full of circuitry and wires rather than pumping blood.
So is yours, she reminded herself before her prejudice got the best of her. The auto blast that had taken Davion’s and Kaiden’s lives had also taken her arm. They’d replaced it and integrated the sen
