Chapter 15 · free to read
Sixth alley went in eleven minutes. Nobody screamed, because by the time it reached them they had already never been there.
I got three steps. I have replayed those three steps more times than I have replayed my own death.
The alley did not become ruins. Ruins are evidence. It became tidy.
Nobody else remembers the noodle cart. Nobody else remembers the chipped tooth, or the forty-one keys, or the fact that he called me boss from the first minute and never once called me anything else. I am the entire archive of a person now, and I am not a very good one.
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