Chapter 6 · free to read
He came home to pretend nothing had changed. The town had already decided otherwise.
The cloth was for the cleaver's sake, not the town's. It had begun humming before he woke.
He did not come alone this time. He came to erase the ground that made a butcher.
Every fight before, the blade had moved him. This time, he moved first.
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