The Scribe Who Read the Clouds
Chapter 13 · free to read
Nine days hidden in a watch-tower, learning a dead man's handwriting from the inside.
'The east quarter takes rain at the second watch.' Eleven strokes, one intention, and he held it the way Cho's ninth column said to hold it.
It took nine minutes. The clouds wrote his sentence back to him in the bureau's own hand, and the third stroke of it carried his own childhood flaw.
It rained on the east quarter at the second watch. He laughed, and then he was sick over the sill, and then he laughed again.
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