Chapter 14 · free to read
Rank fourteen. High enough that the League watched their bay, and never once watched the spire.
The city called it the Lattice. On the tourist plaques it was described as a battery.
Ninety floors up, the ghost could still hear them. It had been hearing them for a hundred years without knowing what the sound was.
Free them, and nine hundred stop being furniture. Free them, and eleven million people lose the lights in one night.
Artwork and narration generated with AI.