Mar 16, 2012

Running Around in Circles Won't Make You Immortal

When Beth turned four, the Silencers raided the night quarters. They found her breathing shallowly under a junk heap, and dragged her wailing shape -- more mouth than body -- all the way up to the Divide. Above that changeless barrier, perpetual dawn gilded the city, the sunrise-chasing metropolis.

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