Chapter 280
- [Orion]
- The sound of breaking glass is the first thing I hear when the preservation fluid drains from my ears as my body thrashes on the box that has been my prison for longer than I can remember. The lopsided shards pierce my flesh, slicing me open as it easily pierces my rot-marked skin.
- “He’s hurting himself,” my wife scrambles, trying to lift me herself. “Please…”