Like he had something to prove. The air was cool on my face, the sky a hazy lavender with the onset of dusk. The planet Vanga itself loomed over the horizon, a dull gray oval, like a giant smudge that nobody could wipe away. The mansion was high in the hills of Trenton, high enough that I was breathing heavy despite being in the best shape of my life—at least for a private investigator who spent far too much time with his feet on a desk. When I glanced over my shoulder, down the grassy hill, I saw not only amber domed rooftops and a scattering of mirrored skyscrapers, but also the ocean beyond and below the floating city’s perimeter walls, blinking through a dusting of clouds. It was not my first time on a city in the sky, but it still felt strange to look down and see clouds. I placed my hand on the scanner and said my name. Without a word, I was buzzed inside. In the fading light, I walked up the wide steps to the front door. Leaves from the overhanging trees rippled in the wind like yellow scarves.
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