Memory (3) “Deal?” Shirone’s gaze followed the chip Fermi had tossed. A Depreciation Deal. Back then he had been bound by the debt of Valhalla Action, but he’d heard of Fermi’s ability. “What kind of deal?” Fermi rose from his chair, went to stand before the wall of glass, and looked down at the cityscape. “Your tea, sir.” The secretary...
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