Kael POVThe Sump smells like rust, wet concrete, and old blood. I have been breathing it in through the cracked window of my apartment for twenty years, so I barely notice it anymore.I look at myself in the mirror above the sink. My skin is pale from working nights, and dark circles sit beneath my eyes. My face is ordinary, the kind people forget the moment they look away. In the Sump, invisible people survive.The faucet groans before spitting out rusty water. I splash some water on my face, rub the sleep from my eyes, and reach for the bottle beside the sink. There are three copper pills inside.Three days.I roll the bottle around in my fingers. Each pill costs more than I make in two nights at the clinic, and my supplier has been gone for a week now. Maybe the gangs caught him. Maybe the vampires did. Either way, he was gone.I take one of the pills and swallow it. The bitter taste scrapes my throat, but soon I feel warmth spread through my chest, easing the tension that never t
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