Chapter 8 · free to read
The Undercircuit. Stolen current, homemade boards, and not one screen anywhere in the place.
Down here nobody cared whose brother I was. In the league it had been the only thing anybody cared about.
A rotten current makes no sound at all. My entire gift is hearing. A silence is invisible to me.
She hadn't heard the crash. She had felt it come up through the floor.
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