Chapter 5 · free to read
By dawn the dying man could sit. It did not make him any easier to trust.
Both their hands were flat on the same map, which had not happened in nine years.
She put herself between them at the wall rather than speak from the side of the room.
Between the deciding and the danger, there was this: a quiet cold night, and a hand that did not have to let go.
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