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Chapter 61: The Crack Farm
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GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 61: The Crack Farm
We start calling it the crack farm because the boy tells us to.His name is Milo, we learn on his third visit. He is seventeen, but he looks fifteen because he grew up on mall pretzels and rainwater, and he is angry in a way that is not loud, just steady, like water cutting concrete.On his fourth visit he does not bring dust. He brings a slab of concrete, broken, no bigger than a plate, with a green line running through the crack that splits it.“I grew it,” he says to Mara, placing the slab carefully in the empty bowl that has become his. The bowl that was his dust is now his account.Mara peers at the green line. It is goosefoot and clover tangled together, roots white and fine, holding the two halves of concrete so they do not fall apart.“It is not holding soil,” Creek says, touching the roots. “It is making soil. The roots exhale acid, tiny, that eats concrete. Concrete becomes calcium. Calcium becomes soil.”“How long?” Draven asks, because he always asks how long.“Years,” Cre
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 60: The Dust Deposit
The boy with dust on his boots comes back.He does not come back the next day. He comes back nine days later, which is how long it takes to walk from a dead mall to Hinge Town if you are seventeen and you keep stopping to look at cracks in concrete to see if anything is growing.His jar is no longer empty. It has three green things in it, leggy and pale, reaching for light that was not enough.“I planted them in the crack where the food court was,” he says to Mara, not to me, because Mara is the bank now. “The clover died. The leaf died. But these lived. I don’t know what they are.”Mara looks. So does Creek, who has moved to Hinge Town three days a week because she says the water here needs listening.Creek touches the pale shoots. “Weeds,” she says, not unkind. “Concrete weeds. Goosefoot. They grow where nothing else will. They are telling you the concrete is tired.”The boy’s face falls. “I wanted yes.”“You got yes,” Lyana says from her spot by the moss ledger, where she has been
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 59: The Bank of Yes
Draven calls it a bank and then it becomes a bank, because words are like that when Trees are listening.We do not mean a bank with money. We mean a bank the way a river has a bank, a place that holds and a place that gives. But Mara likes both meanings, so she starts using her paper ledger for deposits and withdrawals, and Lyana copies her with moss, and now we have two ledgers that match, one in paper that will fade and one in moss that will grow.The rules get painted on a second sign under the first one. Lyana paints them in careful letters while Hinge holds the board steady with a root.RULES OF THE BANK OF YESBring a story. Dirt is a story.Take a story. Seed is a story.You cannot withdraw more yes than you deposit in trying.Ask sideways.People line up again the next morning, but differently now. Before they brought dirt because they were desperate. Now they bring dirt because they want to be part of the ledger.The woman from the paper town comes back with her sister, who b
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 58: The Library of Dirt
Rowan starts the library because Mara runs out of shelf space for numbers.It is not a library of books, though we have those now, thanks to the second convoy. It is a library of dirt, which sounds stupid until you see it.We build it in Hinge Town because Hinge Town already knows how to be a door and because Hinge itself asked for it in the way Trees ask, not with words but with a root that kept tapping the same spot of ground where the two scientists from Iron Root left their cooler of bad soil.Mara cordons off the spot with string, the way a real library cordons off rare books. Inside the string, Hinge has grown a low circle of roots, divided into bowls, like an egg carton made of wood. Each bowl holds soil from somewhere else.The first bowl holds the Pittsburgh soil, dark and clean now, with a single rust-red leaf kept as story.The second holds black dust from the Appalachia ridge, where thirty men sat and then stood and then went home and then some came back with water.The th
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 48: The Green Map
Rowan’s green map outgrows the table.We bring it back from D.C. as a file on his tablet, but Sky says that is not a map, that is a picture of a map. A real map should grow. So she grows it on the wall of the first classroom, a living moss that shows light where Trees are.The first day it shows twelve bright lights. The twelve we planted or woke on purpose. Duskbane, D.C., Rainier, Redwoods, Everglades, Utah, Big Bend, Adirondacks, Idaho, Montana, and two more in New Mexico that Creek found by following water.The second day it shows more.“Forty-two,” Lyana says, pointing with her clipboard. She counts out loud, because she is twelve and she loves counting when she is right. “From my cups.”She gave each child in her first classroom a cup with a silver leaf and soil and told them to ask it where it wanted to go. They took them home, to windowsills, to porches, to a barn where a horse knocked one over and it rooted anyway. Forty-two small lights blink on around Duskbane, a tight clus
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 57: The Sideways Door
The door that Hinge grew is not a door you walk through straight.You have to turn sideways. Mara built the thorn hedge that way on purpose, and Hinge kept it, because Hinge remembers being wrapped in iron wire and knows that easy entrance is how you get trapped.I learn this when I bring the third convoy to Hinge Town and watch a family from the next valley try to enter. The father goes first, shoulders square, and the thorns catch his jacket. He frowns, tugs, then gets it. He turns his shoulders, slides through the gap, and laughs at himself on the other side.His wife and two daughters do it without thinking. Children always know how to go sideways.“It’s a test,” Draven mutters, watching.“It’s a reminder,” Eli corrects, his hands steady and young in the morning light. “That you are choosing to enter a place that will ask you to change shape a little.”Inside, Hinge Town has doubled. Eighty people now. Three living shelters grown from the clover field, a rain cistern that Creek he
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 6: The Name She Refused
The witch’s sister laughs, blood dripping from the cracked altar stone. The whole Summit watches my belly like it’s a death sentence. Draven’s hand locks around my wrist, his claws digging in to hold me upright because my knees want to give out. “Double curse,” the witch’s sister says. “One takes
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 5: The Double Curse
The pups cried for three days.All over the territories, dead pups took first breaths. Healed. The healers called it miracle. The Alphas called it threat.Because if an omega could break a twenty-year curse, what else could she break?The answer came on day four.I woke bleeding. Not my palm. Lower
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 2: The Witch’s Receipt
“What will she tell me?” Draven’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.The temple doors were open behind us. Snow blew in. Lyra’s face went gray.“The witch,” she stammered. “I mean, nothing. I meant—”“Lyra,” Caiden hissed. Too late.Draven let go of my elbow. He walked back into the temple. Slow
GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA Chapter 1: The Branding
The branding iron hit my shoulder before I finished screaming the Moon Goddess’s name.Flesh sizzled. The smell of my own burning skin filled my nose. The entire Royal Court of Duskbane watched in silence.“Hold her down,” Prince Caiden said. His voice was bored. He didn’t look at me. He watched my
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