Chapter 47 · for subscribers
Seven days ago this was three courses of nothing and a man hurrying a stone he had three weeks to set. It is finished. Dressed, raked, pegged and swept, sixteen days early, and the only thing in the empire still unfinished on this ground is the question of who walks down into it. They have built me a room and put my name on the door and I have come out here to measure it with my own feet, because nobody in this palace has ever told me one true thing about a room before I was in it.
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