Chapter 10 · free to read
A shrine isn't a building. It's the first room in this city where nobody had to hand anything over.
Thirty-one the first night. Forty by the second. Every one of them still flinched at doorways.
The Academies didn't send an army. They sent a clerk.
I could un-write one surrender a breath. She could sign three. That math has only one ending.
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