The Surrogate’s Blade
Sarah is with us now, and Julian, and Mara, and three of Renn’s remnants, a ragged column of the damned moving down through a city turning itself against us, and I burn when I have to and Damian’s hand finds mine when the Well bears down, and the resonance carries us through corridors that should have stopped us cold.
We leave a wake. I do not look at the faces of the things we leave in it. Some of them wear mine.
The descent is not clean. Nothing cinematic. We slip on spilled nutrient gel. Julian vomits once and keeps moving. Sarah reloads with her teeth because her left hand is slick with blood from a cut I did not see her take.
Mara opens doors before we reach them, sometimes with a panel
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