Chapter 8 · free to read
The elder could not hold his house. So he called for the one Yun who had never in his life been afraid of anything.
He could not lift a sword. But he could take the warmth out of a room.
The pond had frozen on the night of the wedding. Beneath it, my husband's face rose to meet the ice.
He came up out of the water bleeding and went over the far wall. And he did not run toward the gate to save himself. He ran toward the stables.
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