Lina's day job was to disappear. "More coffee, Mr. Takahashi?" Invisible smile, invisible presence. Her corporate-issued skirt rustled as...

Emiko hadn't spoken aloud in seventy-three days. In her tiny Woolloomooloo apartment, sound existed only as data—as frequencies and...

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Sarah's fingers danced across the matte black Logitech they'd issued her at Meridian Marketing, the keys worn smooth from a thousand...