Cloud Dust — Connie Suttle

I got out five years ago.


Untalented, they said.


In other words, they didn't know what to do with me, and murder usually leaves a mess.


I understood messes. Saw too many of them in my dreams. That's why I live where I do, still in their shadow but outside their walls. The conditions, of course, are that I have to move every five years, check in now and then and never, ever, talk about them to anyone.


It was time to move.


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Cloud Dust is a secret, government program, in which ninety-five per cent of the volunteers are dead.


Meet the one who didn't volunteer...