Chapter 4 · free to read
She had never pulled her own file. In thirty-eight years, she had never once wanted to know.
Thirty-eight years of pulling other people's files. Two years of her own were bracketed in red and left empty.
The place her body kept insisting it remembered had a name. And it had burned to the ground before she could have been old enough to walk.
She went to see the ruin. Her feet found the path without her eyes.
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