Crache
Chapter One
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BURDEN OF FAITH
The cross weighs on Fola. Even in the micro-g of the asteroid it seems to exert a downward pull. The sensation is more mental than physical. She knows that. The slave-pherions that bound her to the Jesuettes have been cut out with chemical scalpels. But her mind still registers the weight of the cross the way it would the phantom pain of a severed limb.
Scar tissue.
A good thing. That’s why she wears the cross, to remember. What she was back on earth. Who she is now.
The cross is a mystery in other ways. Lately, the stone it was cut from has grown heavier, the need to remember more insistent. She finds herself fingering the glass-smooth surface and cracked fragments of embedded bone, absently polishing them in response to some vague, nameless anxiety.
Ephraim. It has to be. Her tuplet buddy’s dour moods are seeping into her, a slow c ... read full excerpt from Crache ebook
