Chapter 3 · free to read
The core was dead. But the one copy it had already mailed out into the dark was coming home.
His suit-lights were dimmer now. No core to feed them. He was running on a battery — same as me.
Fighting him was like fighting a mirror that hit back. He knew every move — because they were mine.
He couldn't save himself. So he'd settle for making sure neither of us left.
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