Chapter 2 · free to read
By sunrise the deleted seconds had crossed ten thousand minds. The city was remembering a murder no one had witnessed.
Vale had spent a career taking memories out. She had never once tried to give one back.
A wipe-gun didn't kill. It just erased everything that made you someone — and left the body walking.
Vale finally understood the weapon she'd been holding all along. The memory didn't want to hide. It wanted witnesses.
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