Chapter 58 · for subscribers
The rank struck off the corner with three blows of a chisel and the name left standing, because the empire destroys a house's standing and never its dead. And there it is, in gilt, on a floor, in a sack, nine days from the sacrifice: the only door between a slave-born girl and the word empress, and it opens exactly one way. Put that tablet back in that rack and the Yan house stands again — and the Yan house standing again is a woman in a plain dark cloak with a notch on her little finger, restored, by my own hand, as my mother.
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