Chapter 6 · free to read
No one ever looked at a mirror-servant long enough to notice anything. Except one girl, with a broom and too much kindness.
She offered me half her breakfast as though I were a person. No one had ever shared anything with me that was not an order.
Through Xiaozhu, the mountain's buried stories reached me. And one name was buried deepest of all.
Beloved, then betrayed, then erased. They had murdered her once and were still murdering her memory.
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