Chapter Forty-Eight – Strings in the Dark

Ivy

The walls of my apartment closed in on me like a cage. I clawed at my wrist until blood welled, nails raking over the faint scar where the chip had been pressed into me like a brand of ownership. I wanted it out. Out of me, out of my life.

A scream tore free, ragged and raw, bouncing off the...

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