The warehouse had a new rule: no missions on Sunday.
Pip made pancakes. Burnt ones. Marcus ate them anyway.
“You’re a human garbage disposal,” Elena said.
“Thank you.”
Lily colored at the table. Her drawing showed all of them holding hands around a blue sun.
“That’s the Origin,” she said. “It’s sleeping now.”
“Good,” Julian said. “Let it sleep.”
The door burst open.
A girl stumbled in. Seventeen. Soaked from rain. Her eyes weren’t blue. They were silver.
“Help me,” she said. “I remember everything.”
The Problem
Her name was Mira. She sat wrapped in a blanket. Shaking.
“I was in the Vault,” she said. “For one minute. But the fragment gave me perfect memory. I can’t forget anything. Every bad thing I’ve ever seen. Every face. Every scream.”
“That sounds like hell,” Dara said.
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