![]() ![]() The tunnels were wide and laid with metal bars. I studied the pallor of my forearms and then nodded. Twist was small and frail by any standards privation had cut runnels into his cheeks, aging him. He already wore his marks he was two years older than me, and if he'd survived the ritual, I could. "Are you ready?" Twist stood waiting for me in the darkness. Some whispered it would be a kindness to kill him, but they meant they didn't want to see their futures written in his skin. ![]() His face was withered, and his fingers shook when he attempted the smallest tasks. I lived in an enclave in which our oldest had seen twenty-five years. Each one added a layer of fear, and this year, it was worse. Nobody even lived to see forty in my world. People had told us legends of a time when human beings lived longer. ![]()
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