Chapter 2 · free to read
The watchers had climbed down from the windows. Now the whole ground remembered.
It had been the children. Now it was the mothers, and they were walking toward the same place.
Sixty years of silence, kept in a box no one would open.
Bela. And below her name, a list. Not of the dead — of the families who owed the well a daughter.
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