Chapter 7 · free to read
The league reads currents off a screen. Screens only plot what they sample. Nobody had ever bothered to plot this one.
Eleven hours of hearing it. Three days of standing on it. First real ride: a bridge only I could see.
They stopped at the edge. Of course they did. Their equipment told them the gap was empty.
Dead zone. No grid, no current, nothing in any register at all. In here I was a seventeen-year-old with a heavy brass weight strapped to his jaw.
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