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.
A shield feels nothing. That was the whole of what the sect had ever told her about what she was.
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.
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