Chapter 15 · free to read
I burned this place open once and swore I'd never come back. Turns out a grave makes a good front door.
Same math as the harbor. She signs three for my one. Only this time I didn't come as one.
Sota never once used his own fire in front of me. He'd been ashamed of it since the day it was written down.
Given fire and borrowed fire. His to hand over, mine to carry. First time in my life I wasn't the whole plan.
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