CITADEL
The words stenciled on the metal read:
"GLITCH: Tech, Trade, No Talk."
He knocked once. A few seconds passed. Then the shutter groaned open. A boy stood inside. Half his face was covered in dark plating, the other half too young to be this tired. His mechanical eye scanned Tunde in silence. “I need to see Madam Glitch,” Tunde said.“No walk-ins.”
“I’m selling.” He pulled the cloth back just enough for the boy to glimpse the faint blue shimmer.The boy paused.
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