Chapter 3 · free to read
Two immortals dead. And now this, burned into his own skin overnight.
Every legend she carves, she keeps. And what she keeps, she gives to the hand that carries her.
He threw it as far as his butcher's arm could throw. He watched it go under. He waited.
It came back cold. It came back dripping. It came back the way grief comes back.
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