SOLD TO THE VOID ALPHA: THE REJECTED HEIRESS
The woman selling roasted corn on the corner, the guard at the Spire gate, the nurse tending to the wounded—they were all suspects.
"Mama, that man’s eyes are too shiny," Zora-Aethel whispered, clutching my hand.
I looked where she was pointing. A Scrapper I’d known for years—a man named Kojo—was sitting by a fire-pit. He looked normal, but when he blinked, there was a microscopic delay, a "Zero-Point" flicker that only a child of the "Earth-Soul" could see.
I didn't wait for him to move.
I stepped forward, my "Void-Lead" frequency humming under my skin. I didn't use a blast; I used the Weight. I grabbed Kojo by the collar, my hand turning a dull, heavy grey.
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