Chapter 12 · free to read
The court kept mortals of its own. Kaito met the first one on a catwalk over a foreclosure trench.
Forty-one years at the table. Not one rule broken. Not one world saved outright.
Below them, the ordinary business of the court went on: another gate, another closing.
The inhabited world at the end of the aisle had nine hours left. Thorne began filling in its paperwork.
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