Chapter 6 · free to read
We came down out of the ash into a world that had never heard of me. I meant to keep it that way.
She told me the shape of the world I'd fallen into. It was bigger, and worse, than one greedy elder.
That night I tested a suspicion. The grave was swords — but was it the swords the ash wanted, or just the broken steel?
It fed just as well. Not swords — steel. Any ruined metal in the world was a meal.
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