Author: Greg Halpern
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Finder
Gaines dropped his fork. He sat with his back to his target in the Seattle diner known to traffickers as the Dirty Spoon. His target was a thirty year old interstate trucker, drove a grey and silver Freightliner. No name was given, only the handle, Busted Cone. Gaines had tracked Cone from the…
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ELDERS
I went to the shaman today. She was an old woman, an old rad. But she remembered the initial i65 riots. Back in the year the sanctuaries burned, breaking from the city forever. I see the domed city from my front stoop. The infamous steel and aluminum alloy ribs stripe the orange…