All Chapters of The Surrogate’s Blade: Chapter 111

Damian Morton is given coffee in a room built for men who believe coffee means they are not prisoners.I see it through Leo in fragments.No sound at first. Just camera angles stolen between Trust blinks and routed through the terminal below the nursery in thin grey bursts.A glass table. Three chairs. A wall of slow fish moving behind pressure glass. The fish are not decorative. Their bodies carry little silver tags in the gills.Sector 7 labels everything that breathes.Damian sits with one ankle crossed over the other, cuffed hands resting on his knee like the cuffs were chosen by a tailor. His shirt is still torn from the corridor fight. Dried blood has gone brown at the ribs where my blade nicked him, where he let it nick him.He looks bored.That is how I know he is working.The man across from him is not Silas Blackwood.He is younger than the Director, clean-shaven, with soft hands and a wedding ring polished by habit. A proxy. A throat for the city to speak through when the D