Chapter 13 · free to read
It went up in a single night at the corner where the lane meets the road. Everything the lane is not: bright, cheap, and identical to eleven others.
In three nights the lane's bright new phones all went to the corner. The old regulars stayed. The old regulars were forty people.
Panic tastes of nothing at all. That was the whole lesson, and it took one bowl to teach it.
He had entered the same afternoon they had. The lane was going to be settled on a stage, in front of three judges.
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