Chapter 15 · free to read
He didn't want me dead in a quiet room. He wanted me monstrous, in front of a hundred thousand people.
Eleven metres and four minutes, nine weeks ago. That afternoon it was a whole arena, and it cost me everything I had left.
Sixteen years, and I had never once known what everybody else knows. It isn't like burning. It is like being told no by the entire world at the same time.
He took my bond, my air and my name in eleven seconds. Out past the breakwater Oshun felt the line snap and began tearing the port apart to find me — and the Choke had never been a prototype at all.
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