Chapter 12 · free to read
She kept checking the index for the blank space, the way a tongue keeps going to a missing tooth. It was still blank. It was going to stay blank.
No force authorised — on the index. Everyone else in the tunnel was still ordinary contamination.
The grid had read the notice. NO ACTION REQUIRED, it said, and RESIDENTS ABOVE LEVEL 6 ARE EXEMPT, and forty cooks in one lane had worked out what those two lines meant when you put them next to each other.
Ninety minutes. The Board had read the checking-layer write the moment it locked, and had understood exactly what Vale had done, and had decided to run the Consolidation anyway.
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