Chapter 2 · free to read
The watchers had climbed down from the windows. Now the whole ground remembered.
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.
By moonrise, the debt had come to collect the first name on the list.
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