Chapter 3 · free to read
The Dowager had found the fourth thread. Now she wanted the hand that could tell her which name it named.
One true name to buy her life. But which truth she could afford to spend was the only question that mattered.
The throne named him overseer of grief. But the eunuch carried a debt of his own, stitched into one of the very panels he was sent to read.
She had bought her life with a whisper and priced a spy at the cost of a lie. Now she would decide whether to put out his eyes, or teach them to see only what she chose.
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