"Cordy-cord..."
"Huh?"
"Power chord."
"What?"
"Check it out." Griza is drumming the fingers of her right hand against her palm excitedly and pointing with her left toward something in the window of a long-abandoned shop.
Cordelia looks at it. It's an old plush toy, merchandise for some cartoon she can't identify but she can tell it must be something from a cartoon.
They both stare at it for a long time, quietly thinking about whether they should go inside and take it.
"If it's been there this long, and nobody's taken it yet..." Cordelia says, "then maybe it's supposed to stay there."
Griza nods. "Let's come back and look at it again tomorrow, though. I like it."
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HorrorSince she was very young, Cordelia Verhive VI has been hounded by bizarre nightmares. Now 35, she's just beginning to understand. The year is 5334. Humanity as it was once known has been nearly extinct for hundreds of years. In a desolate world of g...
