First, the MatchTaken from inside the tree, I was sheared away from the rest who, yes, were also broken into bits. I was cut clean then, and made to pay attention to geometry, and answer the blade’s straight lines. They fitted me with a neat, red head and tapped a cap on that. The box was there to receive me; I aligned with the other captives and saw no light until one was selected who did not return. Dead months of silence until again, another, and then me— dragged out along the pavement and then up to light.
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