Chapter 7 · free to read
She weighed nothing. Sixteen years in a vault, and she weighed nothing at all.
My whole life was catching what people dropped. Nobody ever taught me how to hold something still falling.
She never asked who I was. She just went straight for the gray streak, like she'd left it there herself.
Sixteen years asleep, and the first name out of her was one I'd never heard.
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