Chapter 2 · free to read
He had not left. She had not made him. Some debts you cannot pay by killing the debtor — only by outliving him.
The Iron Lotus never chased. They herded. And every road the girl had run tonight had bent, gently, toward this door.
She did not hear him arrive. That, more than anything, told her exactly who he was.
Blind, she had never once missed. That was the secret the sect could not forgive — they had made her, and then she had become better than her makers.
Artwork and narration generated with AI.