Chapter 10 · free to read
I had trained in this room. Every jar in it had been filled by my own hands, and not one of them knew me now.
One sentence. I had promised myself for two months that I would never spend one, and I spent it in a room that smelled of my father's shelves.
Proof. Moved eleven times, still breathing in a cupboard — and the man carrying it had just handed it to a consort he had known for a quarter of an hour.
Pei did not send for physicians. Pei sent for the people she had finished worrying about.
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