Chapter 12 · free to read
Two thirds became nine tenths on the road east. I told myself I would stop at the next well.
Careful lasted four hours. The east road had its own tolls, and they came with knives.
One mouthful. Half a rusted knife. I had eaten a bridge in daylight — half a knife was nothing.
Nine tenths and a half a knife. The clay found the number before I did.
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