Chapter 10 · free to read
Her blood is red and mine is a hundred years of somebody else's light. The cut arrives at the same instant either way. That is what we are.
Neither of us could be fully wounded. Neither of us could be fully healed. Neither of us would ever be free while the other was owned.
They did not send enforcers. Enforcers are for disciples. They sent handlers, with the nets they use for a vessel that will not sit still.
Forty-one before me had gone into those nets. I had made a promise on the slope about the number, and I found I meant every syllable of it.
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