The Lower District did not have a sunrise. It only had a grey shift in the fog where the smog met the neon. June drove the rusted sedan deep into the guts of the city, weaving through alleys where the police never ventured. Lydia sat in the passenger seat, staring at her reflection in the cracked side mirror. She looked like a ghost. The white paper gown was shredded and stained with forest mud."We’re almost there," June said. Her voice was tight with pain. She kept her good hand on the wheel, while her broken arm rested in a sling made from a kitchen towel."You’re bleeding, June," Lydia whispered. She reached out to touch the bruise on June’s neck, the shape of Silas’s hand still visible in a dark, purple ring."I’m alive," June snapped. It wasn't anger; it was the adrenaline finally fading into a cold, hard fear. "That guy, Silas. He wasn't human, Lyd. He moved like a glitch in a video game. How are you mixed up with people like that?"Lydia looked down at her stomach. The pulse w
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