Chapter 11 · free to read
She had carried it two days without opening her hand.
Eight years before, on a bright morning, he had explained her whole life to her in under a minute.
They had ordered her to execute a friend whose meridians had failed. She was sixteen. She refused, and the refusal cost her eight years.
She had spent eight years being the sect's obedient sword because a jade token said so. Then a crippled boy ate a grave.
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