Chapter 5 · free to read
He wanted to be worth every ending in the city. For one breath, he was.
The whole time I thought my job was to CATCH what people dropped. It was never that. It was to give them somewhere to aim.
Borrowed fire runs out. Given fire chooses. And every last ember in that prison chose the hand that was still open.
Somewhere out there, thousands of people had put a tag around their own throat and called it giving up.
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