Chapter 101 THE HIVE'S WHISPER

Maya opened her eyes on the sixth night.

She did not sit up. She did not blink. She lay on the bed of dry burlap, her skin the color of skimmed milk, her fingers tucked into her chest like a dead bird's claws. The thick black veins that had choked her neck during the tower’s fall had faded into dee...

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