Chapter 14 · free to read
Karvai had never been happier. That was the horror of the ninth week — that everyone was happy, and well fed, and drinking.
The children began drawing her that week. All of them, in every lane, and not one of them had ever been told the story.
The oldest woman in Karvai told them the count. They laughed at her, kindly, the way you laugh at weather on a good day.
Every night now, at the same hour, and by morning nobody remembered going. They woke with wet feet and put it down to the roof.
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