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I stared into his intrusive eyes and said yes. The reward was generous. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife. The only question is, will she accept?

And of all the women in the world, he asks me. Been there. Done that. Hated him forever. What would you do for twenty million dollars? Marry the man who broke your heart? Or run far, far away? Sin was a nightmare waiting to happen.

One dangerous kiss changed everything, catapulting me into a war between the two. Only Jon, his omega best friend, can save him and bring him home again. In the heat of the night, their friendship begins to grow into something more.

Golden couple, Sawyer and Quinn Denali, have an amazing love story. Holston didnt think to wave back, didnt have the energy or the desire. He looked past the adults and playing children to the blurry view beyond, projected on the cafeteria wall. It was the largest uninterrupted vista of their inhospitable world. A morning scene. Dawns dim light coated lifeless hills that had hardly changed since Holston was a boy. They sat, just as they always had, while he had gone from playing chase among the cafeteria tables to whatever empty thing he was now.

Ancient glass and steel stood distantly where people, it was suspected, had once lived aboveground. A child, ejected from the group like a comet, bumped into Holstons knees. He looked down and moved to touch the kid-Susans boy-but just like a comet the child was gone again, pulled back into the orbit of the others. Holston thought suddenly of the lottery he and Allison had won the year of her death. He still had the ticket; he carried it everywhere. One of these kids-maybe he or she would be two by now and tottering after the older children-couldve been theirs.

They had dreamed, like all parents do, of the double fortune of twins. They had tried, of course. After her implant was removed, they had spent night after glorious night trying to redeem that ticket, other parents wishing them luck, other lottery hopefuls silently praying for an empty year to pass.

Knowing they only had a year, he and Allison had invited superstition into their lives, looking to anything for help. Tricks, like hanging garlic over the bed, that supposedly increased fertility; two dimes under the mattress for twins; a pink ribbon in Allisons hair; smudges of blue dye under Holstons eyes-all of it ridiculous and desperate and fun.

The only thing crazier would have been to not try everything, to leave some silly sance or tale untested. But it wasnt to be. Before their year was even out, the lottery had passed to another couple.

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It hadnt been for a lack of trying; it had been a lack of time. A sudden lack of wife. Holston turned away from the games and the blurry view and walked toward his office, situated between the cafeteria and the silos airlock. As he covered that ground, his thoughts went to the struggle that once took place there, a struggle of ghosts hed had to walk through every day for the last three years.

And he knew, if he turned and hunted that expansive view on the wall, if he squinted past the ever-worsening blur of cloudy camera lenses and airborne grime, if he followed that dark crease up the hill, that wrinkle that worked its way over the muddy dune toward the city beyond, he could pick out her quiet form.

There, on that hill, his wife could be seen. She lay like a sleeping boulder, the air and toxins wearing away at her, her arms curled under her head. It was difficult to see, hard to make out clearly even back before the blurring had begun anew.

And besides, there was little to trust in that sight. There was much, in fact, to doubt. So Holston simply chose not to look. He walked through that place of his wifes ghostly struggle, where bad memories lay eternal, that scene of her sudden madness, and entered his office. Well, look whos up early, Marnes said, smiling.

Holstons deputy closed a metal drawer on the filing cabinet, a lifeless cry singing from its ancient joints. He picked up a steaming mug, then noted Holstons solemn demeanor. You feeling okay, boss? Holston nodded. He pointed to the rack of keys behind the desk. Holding cell, he said. The deputys smile drooped into a confused frown. He set down the mug and turned to retrieve the key.

While his back was turned, Holston rubbed the sharp, cool steel in his palm one last time, then placed the star flat on the desk. Marnes turned and held out the key. Holston took it. You need me to grab the mop? Deputy Marnes jabbed a thumb back toward the cafeteria. Unless someone was in cuffs, they only went into the cell to clean it. No, Holston said. He jerked his head toward the holding cell, beckoning his deputy to follow. He turned, the chair behind the desk squeaking as Marnes rose to join him, and Holston completed his march.

The key slid in with ease. There was a sharp clack from the well-built and well-maintained inner organs of the door, the barest squeak from the hinges, a determined step, a shove and a clank, and the ordeal was over.

Holston held the key between the bars. Marnes looked down at it, unsure, but his palm came up to accept. Whats going on, boss? Get the mayor, Holston said. He let out a sigh, that heavy breath hed been holding for three years.

Tell her I want to go outside. Two The view from the holding cell wasnt as blurry as it had been in the cafeteria, and Holston spent his final day in the silo puzzling over this.

Could it be that the camera on that side was shielded against the toxic wind? Did each cleaner, condemned to death, put more care into preserving the view theyd enjoyed on their last day?

Or was the extra effort a gift to the next cleaner, who would spend their final day in that same cell? Holston preferred this last explanation. It made him think longingly of his wife. It reminded him why he was there, on the wrong side of those bars, and willingly. As his thoughts drifted to Allison, he sat and stared out at the dead world some ancient peoples had left behind.

It wasnt the best view of the landscape around their buried bunker, but it wasnt the worst, either. In the distance, low rolling hills stood, a pretty shade of brown, like coffee mash with just the right amount of pigs milk in it. The sky above the hills was the same dull gray of his childhood and his fathers childhood and his grandfathers childhood.

The only moving feature on the landscape was the clouds. They hung full and dark over the hills. They roamed free like the herded beasts from the picture books. The view of the dead world filled up the entire wall of his cell, just like all the walls on the silos upper level, each one full of a different slice of the blurry and ever-blurrier wasteland beyond.

Holstons little piece of that view reached from the corner by his cot, up to the ceiling, to the other wall, and down to the toilet. And despite the soft blur-like oil rubbed on a lens-it looked like a scene one could stroll out into, like a gaping and inviting hole oddly positioned across from forbidding prison bars.

The illusion, however, convinced only from a distance. Leaning closer, Holston could see a handful of dead pixels on the massive display. They stood stark white against all the brown and gray hues. Shining with ferocious intensity, each pixel Allison had called them stuck pixels was like a square window to some brighter place, a hole the width of a human hair that seemed to beckon toward some better reality.

There were dozens of them, now that he looked closer. Holston wondered if anyone in the silo knew how to fix them, or if they had the tools required for such a delicate job.

Were they dead forever, like Allison? Would all of the pixels be dead eventually? Holston imagined a day when half of the pixels would be stark white, and then generations later when only a few gray and brown ones remained, then a mere dozen, the world having flipped to a new state, the people of the silo thinking the outside world was on fire, the only true pixels now mistaken for malfunctioning ones.

Or was that what Holston and his people were doing even now? Someone cleared their throat behind him. Holston turned and saw Mayor Jahns standing on the other side of the bars, her hands resting in the belly of her overalls.

She nodded gravely toward the cot.

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When the cells empty, at night when you and Deputy Marnes are off duty, I sometimes sit right there and enjoy that very view. Holston turned back to survey the muddy, lifeless landscape. It only looked depressing compared to scenes from the childrens books-the only books to survive the uprising.

Most people doubted those colors in the books, just as they doubted purple elephants and pink birds ever existed, but Holston felt that they were truer than the scene before him. He, like some others, felt something primal and deep when he looked at those worn pages splashed green and blue.

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Even so, when compared to the stifling silo, that muddy gray view outside looked like some kind of salvation, just the sort of open air men were born to breathe. Always seems a little clearer in here, Jahns said. The view, I mean. Holston remained silent. He watched a curling piece of cloud break off and move in a new direction, blacks and grays swirling together. You get your pick for dinner, the mayor said. Its tradition- You dont need to tell me how this works, Holston said, cutting Jahns off.

Its only been three years since I served Allison her last meal right here. He reached to spin the copper ring on his finger out of habit, forgetting he had left it on his dresser hours ago.

Cant believe its been that long, Jahns murmured to herself. Holston turned to see her squinting at the clouds displayed on the wall.

Do you miss her? Holston asked venomously. Or do you just hate that the blur has had so much time to build? Jahnss eyes flashed his way a moment, then dropped to the floor. You know I dont want this, not for any view. But rules are the rules- Its not to be blamed, Holston said, trying to let the anger go.

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I know the rules better than most. His hand moved, just a little, toward the missing badge, left behind like his ring. Hell, I enforced those rules for most of my life, even after I realized they were bullshit.

Jahns cleared her throat. Well, I wont ask why you chose this. Ill just assume its because youd be unhappier here. Holston met her gaze, saw the film on her eyes before she was able to blink it away. Jahns looked thinner than usual, comical in her gaping overalls.

The lines in her neck and radiating from her eyes were deeper than he remembered. And he thought the crack in her voice was genuine regret, not just age or her ration of tobacco. Suddenly, Holston saw himself through Jahnss eyes, a broken man sitting on a worn bench, his skin gray from the pale glow of the dead world beyond, and the sight made him dizzy. His head spun as it groped for something reasonable to latch onto, something that made sense.

It seemed a dream, the predicament his life had become. None of the last three years seemed true. Nothing seemed true anymore.

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He turned back to the tan hills. In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw another pixel die, turning stark white. Another tiny window had opened, another clear view through an illusion he had grown to doubt.

Tomorrow will be my salvation, Holston thought savagely, even if I die out there.

Ive been mayor too long, Jahns said. Holston glanced back and saw that her wrinkled hands were wrapped around the cold steel bars.

Our records dont go back to the beginning, you know. They dont go back before the uprising a century and a half ago, but since then no mayor has sent more people to cleaning than I have. Im sorry to burden you, Holston said dryly.

I take no pleasure in it. Thats all Im saying. No pleasure at all.

Holston swept his hand at the massive screen. But youll be the first to watch a clear sunset tomorrow night, wont you?

He hated the way he sounded. Holston wasnt angry about his death, or life, or whatever came after tomorrow, but resentment over Allisons fate still lingered. He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after theyd taken their course. Youll all love the view tomorrow, he said, more to himself than the mayor. Thats not fair at all, Jahns said.

The law is the law.Holstons childhood now felt like something two or three lifetimes ago, something someone else had enjoyed.

And despite the soft blur-like oil rubbed on a lens-it looked like a scene one could stroll out into, like a gaping and inviting hole oddly positioned across from forbidding prison bars. Holston held the key between the bars. In the center, there was almost no trace of the small diamonds that once gave the treads their grip. Dawns dim light coated lifeless hills that had hardly changed since Holston was a boy.

Holston glanced back and saw that her wrinkled hands were wrapped around the cold steel bars.