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He stood on the 200th floor observation deck, his visor sweeping the horizon. The city’s usual scream of sirens was a distant whine. The perp—a juicer called Mister Murmur—had been dealt with. His head was a fine red mist three floors down.

“And?”

“Sir.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s leaking on my boot,” she said, holding up a dark-splattered size six. “And it feels angry . You’re angry. Not at Murmur. At something older.” dredd and stella

“I can’t read objects from a distance. Touch my hand. Let me feel what you felt when you pulled the trigger.” He stood on the 200th floor observation deck,

“You’re bleeding, Judge,” said a voice behind him. Low, steady, unimpressed. ” she said