Chapter 6 · free to read
Room three had opened. Room four had not. Between them was a wall he could touch and never cross.
Four cards. Four numbers. Nobody numbers a thing they only mean to do once.
Nineteen years old, and the last time he had seen the sun rise from outside he had been eleven.
He had never once been the one who arrived. He had always been the voice that got there first and stayed home.
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