Chapter 11 · free to read
Nobody had ordered the cuffs piled there. They simply came off, one at a time, and nobody could think of anywhere else to put them.
They brought him the first bowl of every meal. He had not managed to eat one of them yet.
Yield sustained. Not deceased, not discharged, not drained. Sustained — the word a granary uses about a crop it intends to keep taking.
He had climbed this far because a village asked him to leave. It was the first time he had a reason of his own.
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