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.
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.
The station stopped screaming. Hundreds of pods, all wearing my face, all sleeping quiet. A moon-sized graveyard that finally agreed on who was buried in it.
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