Reborn in the Kingdom of Kings
Chapter 11 · free to read
They lay down whole and they got up hollow. Fourteen since the river, and not one of them carrying a wound.
Ten thousand men in a camp that wanted a name to hang. He had spent twenty years reading a bowler's shoulder from twenty-two yards. He walked the line and read hands.
He had a son of eleven under the grain sheds when the roofs went. Kalgra had offered to give him back, and had asked for a camp in exchange.
It half-worked. The ash took him before sunrise, and it took him as himself, which the camp said was no different and Arjun knew was everything.
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