by TW Colvin
My tall dark hero died. Some say it was his gift that took him away; others say The Institution got to him. Either way, my destiny didn’t die with him.
I’m Amanda. My gift is to read the memories of the living and communicate with the dead. To The Institution, I’m a clairaudient.
“Stay under The Institution’s radar,” was the first rule we all learned. And now I had a target on my back.