Chapter 2 · free to read
For the first time in my life, I did not kneel. And the whole hall of glass turned to watch me instead of her.
Her blade opened my hand, as always. But this time something answered from inside the wound.
For a hundred years the wounds only ran one way. I made them run backward.
Her chains found me. But the dead immortal inside me remembered how to refuse.
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