Chapter 5 · free to read
Mara asked which one of us was the original. The answer used to be obvious. Out here, nothing about me is.
Forty had been a nightmare. I counted the pods until I stopped being able to.
That was the flinch. I'd finally asked the thing it didn't want asked.
He wanted the chair so badly he never asked what a bad copy costs the ones downstream.
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