Replaced by His First Love
The staples I had driven into his side were holding, but the skin around them was bruised a deep, mortal purple.
“The filter... the 'Breathe-Easy' units,” Kael wheezed. “They... they trade them at the Smelter’s Market. But they don't want... Council credit. They want Silver.”
“I have enough for a trade,” I lied, the silver-mercury vial I’d stolen still heavy in my pocket.
I stepped out of the container, sealing the iron wire behind me.
The Gutter at night was a kaleidoscope of predatory neon and chemical fog. I pulled my hood low, shielding my blind eye. I navigated the maze of stacked crates and leaking steam pipes, my right knee clicking with every rhythmic lunge.
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