

Razor’s Busting - Part 2
They moved him to Level 8 before dawn. Razor didn't know it was Level 8. He knew it was lower — the elevator descent had taken longer than the trip from the docks to Level 5, and the air was different down here. Older. Heavier. The kind of air that had been circulating in a sealed space for a long time without anything living in it that breathed normally. The room they brought him was dark only brightened by electronic devices. Not as an aesthetic choice. As a statement. The
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