Chapter 8 · free to read
Six weeks of national camp. And a piece of paper from home that made all of it weightless.
A raider crosses a line, takes what he can, and gets back. He had never once been on the wrong side of a line he could not cross.
He asked no one's permission. He simply spent what a captain is allowed to spend, and did not put his own name on the reason.
The debt died at nine that night. Nobody in the village ever learned whose signature killed it.
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