Chapter 3 · free to read
Up. All of it, up.
Last night he wore white, at the top of the market stairs, and told me to count. One night.
Baba Tsuru's charm. Not scraped off a stranger for once. Still only a thing in my fist.
Every fire I ever held, I picked up off the ground. Nobody had ever thrown me one.
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