Chapter 8 · free to read
Three. Three other people had woken up in this body's chair, worked out what I worked out, and been closed like a book.
The estate had a gallery of everyone who ever mattered to this family. Three frames were empty, and the wallpaper behind them had never faded, because in the version of the world that remembered them, they had never been taken down.
Every plan I had was built on breaking the plot. Nobody had mentioned that breaking the plot was also how you delete the only two people who have ever believed you.
Card five. The most expensive one I had, and I spent it on a woman I had known for eleven hours, because she was the only person alive who had read this book before I did.
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