Legacy

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Dedicated to Amelia-Rose Rubin, whose input into Legacy cannot be overstated. Thank you for having the tough love to tell me honestly when my first drafts were simply awful, yet having the kindness to believe they could become something worthwhile.

And to Zane Barker, who surprised me by making the first printed copies of Legacy. He is the true hero we don’t deserve, but so desperately need.

Roman knew he was being followed.

Judging by the footsteps, the one on his left was barefoot. The other breathed far too loudly. Damn amateurs. They had been following him for the last two blocks, gradually drawing closer. Sooner or later they would make their move.

He hoped it would be sooner. There was no point delaying the inevitable.

Rubble blocked the road ahead. An office block had collapsed, brought down by a century of radiation decay. A streetlight protruded from the wreckage, half buried and precariously tilted. It briefly flickered into life, illuminating the ruins beneath it.

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