Chapter 173
Author: Drew Pen
last update2026-06-05 21:46:23

Kenji’s message arrived the next morning at a quarter past eight.

It was brief, which she had not expected given the length of what she had sent him, and the brevity told her something precise about the state he was in. People who were overwhelmed wrote long messages, the words a form of processing. People who had arrived somewhere wrote short ones.

He wrote: I went in this morning knowing. You were right about the quality of the arrival. Something has been happening in that room that I was par
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