Chapter 5 · free to read
He had been telling this city what he was worth since before I could walk. For one breath he was right.
Five years I thought the job was catching what people dropped. It was never that. It was standing somewhere they could aim.
Borrowed fire runs out. Given fire chooses. Every last ember on that wall chose the hand that was still open.
Forty years of endings, and every single one of them had an address.
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