Chapter 12 · free to read
Eight crossed out. Not lost — broken. Deliberately.
Eleven metres of radius. Four minutes. Two hundred and six people breathed water and lived, and not one of them describes it the same way twice.
I promised Ceto I would open the last Lung. She made me say it in front of everyone, so it would be a promise instead of a mood. Then the charges came down.
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