Chapter 4 · free to read
To hold back a river you have just begged to come home is to fight the very answer to your prayer.
Below the arch of held water, the town he had crossed a desert to reclaim looked up and saw its sky turn to river.
The stepwells had been dry so long the town used them for storage. They had been dug to hold exactly this.
The river did not fall on the town. It remembered how to run beneath it.
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