Chapter 15 · free to read
Rank fourteen. Four people in a corrugated shed, arguing about eleven million streetlights.
She had been chained into a gauntlet mech four months ago. She was the only one in the bay who found it simple.
No cradle. No cutting crew. A voluntary line, run out of a machine that could refuse it at any second.
Four thousand homes. Nine hours. The first light in the history of the city that nobody had been harvested for.
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