Chapter 9 · free to read
At the foot of heaven's stair there was a town where a man could sell six months of his own life across a counter, and most of them had.
They called it reclamation. It took nine breaths, and what stood up afterward could not remember the word for water.
Eleven years he had killed animals cleanly because it was the only mercy in the trade. He had just watched heaven do it badly to a boy, and charge him for the rope.
In Fenyang they had called him a devil and shut their doors. Here, in the mud under heaven's own stair, they knelt — and that turned out to be very much worse.
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