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Eclipse Bay has no real day anymore. Thick clouds hang low. Giant screens cover the sky, showing fake blue and fake sun. Rain falls all the time — steady, cold, never stops. Streets shine with neon: red signs for cheap noodles, blue for black-market augments, purple for clubs that never close. Pudd…

Eclipse Bay has no real day anymore. Thick clouds hang low. Giant screens cover the sky, showing fake blue and fake sun. Rain falls all the time — steady, cold, never stops. Streets shine with neon: red signs for cheap noodles, blue for black-market augments, purple for clubs that never close. Puddles reflect everything twice, making the city look deeper than it is. Jax Harlan walks alone. His coat is old, heavy with water. His cyber eyes — cheap ones from years back — glitch when raindrops hit.