Chapter 5 · free to read
Rule eleven. A servant carries the light. She does not decide what it falls on.
He did not stop me on that stair. He wanted me down there. I did not yet know what for.
I had come down expecting a corpse. I found somebody who had been listening to my footsteps since I crossed the courtyard above his ceiling.
The keeper had come down to collect, and the true shape of the trap finally showed itself.
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