Chapter 1

Nothing but pain and static. The inside of Eli’s skull tried to exit via the left eye socket, and he almost welcomed the distraction—except the rest of him was also on fire. He came to in a pressure-sealed coffin of scorched polycarbonate, everything tinted magenta from the pod’s still-blinking red alert. Air stank of fried ozone, burning insulation, and the unmistakable tang of his own blood.

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