Chapter 6 · free to read
Mara said there were two doors: the chair kills me, or the station takes everyone. I stood in the aisle looking for the one she'd missed.
It had never been asked what it would do with two.
The thing that spent five chapters trying to steal my life was finally getting exactly what he wanted — and it was killing everything he'd copied himself into.
Forty rows. Then a whole moon of rows. All of them turning back into the same tired face — mine — because the reader finally believed which copy was the seed.
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