Chapter 10 · free to read
Six days of silence, no burn, no signal. The only place left to go was inward.
Forty thousand people. The fleet burned the record so thoroughly that this reconstruction, running inside one courier's skull, is now the only place any of them exist.
The crime he refused to commit was the crime that made him. He had been refusing to erase himself.
Ninety-one. Nobody had told her there was a second number, or that it had started at a hundred.
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