Chapter Ten
I’m not sure how old I was when I saw my first dead body. Death is so common in the city, it blurs into the background. Water and food are more important than corpses. Once someone’s rotting, they’re barely worth noticing. They’re trash to be discarded. Something to be stepped around while you worry about the next thing you need to find to survive.
I remember one body, though.
It was a girl. Maybe she was a teenager. She was so skinny, it was hard to tell.
I’d slipped out the apartment window. I wanted to go to the roof. The smoke had cleared from the skies, and I wanted to see the domes. I still thought they were beautiful then, like maybe there really was a prince living in the glass palace, waiting for his chance to save the princess from the horrors of the city. I was s
