Sulaman winced. His halo was troubling him again. He wondered if it was the electrodes rusting inside his brain. He wondered if by simply having this thought, it would be automatically flagged on the system. He wondered if Cerys was taking a personal interest in his file.
Mostly, though, he wondered if the stabs of pain would dull over time, or become less frequent. The promise of work, and a roof over his head, had not been entirely without terms and conditions.
He thought of Cerys again. He'd followed her home once. Before he'd signed the forms.
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