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Vess’s body began to convulse. Stitches tore. Her long arm detached at the shoulder and twitched on the floor. The four voices inside her screamed in four different keys, then fell silent. She collapsed, a heap of beautiful, terrible failure.

Thorne, slumped against the steering wheel, coughed a laugh. “Told you. No one on this bus has a choice. Not even me. Especially not me.” breedbus

The rear emergency door was torn off its hinges with a sound like a tin can being peeled open. Standing in the rain was a woman, her body crudely stitched together from what looked like four different people—different skin tones, different muscle densities, one arm longer than the other. Her eyes were mismatched: one blue, one yellow. She wore a tattered lab coat over a bulletproof vest. Vess’s body began to convulse

“That’s not Rook,” he muttered.

“You’re a rare thing,” Thorne said, not looking up from his datapad. “Post-Ghoul, pre-Fade. Clean telomeres. A ghost in the genetic graveyard.” The four voices inside her screamed in four