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Cigne Part 4

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The results were bad. Terrible really. The blood samples they had turned over to the lab while in the city confirmed everyone’s worst fears. Not only were there not enough people taking the serum to stop the spread of the disease, it appeared…

Cigne Part 3

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Their assignment finished, Morgan and Patch stopped by the payroll office and picked up their back pay. Most of the money they earned either officially as field agents, or unofficially as booty collectors, was deposited for safe keeping with the Consortium…

Cigne Part 2

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Getting caught in The City would normally get you exiled to the eastern provinces with just the clothes on your back. There, if you were lucky, you would be killed, your organs harvested and what remained of your body fed to…

Cigne

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

The field was littered with dismembered bodies and the evening mist had already begun to settle here on the valley floor. The organ pickers had come and gone, and what was left of the putrid flesh was food for the vultures. Wheeling…

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