Chapter 11 · free to read
The page I stole two months ago and never dared read. That night I finally held it to the candle.
Six bolts of cloth and a pig. The woman who owns the empire, entered in a ledger between a delivery of charcoal and a repair to a roof.
I had been looking for a weapon. What I found was a road — a straight one, from a board in a loft to a throne, and a woman already standing at the far end of it waving me on.
It was the best weapon I ever held. Read aloud in the Censorate it would have finished her in a morning — a bought girl, unregistered, ruling the inner palace on a forged register. I gave it back.
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