PREVIEW
... este’s palm.
It was heavier than it looked. Silver and aegis blue, polished to a mirror shine, the stylized eagle catching the light from the window. She had worn it every day since her acceptance into the program. It had been her entire identity. Her purpose. Her cage.
She set it on the desk, next to the datapad where she had typed her final message.
To Julian: I hope the fake glory keeps you warm at night. It cost you everything else.
Not eloquent. Not poetic. B ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






























