Chapter 167
- The roar of the Directorate truck’s engine was the only thing that could drown out the chaotic bass-thump of Paradise’s music.
- We had stopped at the massive, barricaded entrance, facing the nihilistic gatekeeper, Magnus.
- “It’s a toll you can’t avoid,” Magnus sneered, his filed teeth catching the lurid neon light reflecting off the burning trash. “Pay up, or die here.”