Chapter 7 · free to read
Two million people watched them plan a war in an alley. Nine hundred thousand of them left a comment about the fairy lights.
She had come to steal a performance. She left with something nobody on earth knows how to write.
One square metre of their life had been off the map for exactly four days.
The one place that was ours now has a view counter under it, and the number goes up while I sleep.
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