“I know.”
Echo stepped beside him. She was shorter, sharper, her eyes two dark mirrors. “They all grow. That’s the problem.”
Kaelen stood at the edge of the Sub-Real Market, where people traded memories for silence, and silence for sleep. He had neither left to trade. What he carried was worse: a name. No.155.
“It’s growing,” Kaelen said.
“Same thing in 155.”
“I know.”
Echo stepped beside him. She was shorter, sharper, her eyes two dark mirrors. “They all grow. That’s the problem.”
Kaelen stood at the edge of the Sub-Real Market, where people traded memories for silence, and silence for sleep. He had neither left to trade. What he carried was worse: a name. No.155.
“It’s growing,” Kaelen said.
“Same thing in 155.”