Chapter 14 · free to read
Six hundred and eleven worlds. Eight days. He built a queue, because a queue was the only shape he knew how to hold.
He filed in his sleep. He stopped reading the names on the cards, because names slowed the queue down.
The court's ordinary business did not slow down to admire his throughput.
Vaunt. Nine hundred thousand people. Triaged low on day two, because its clause was difficult and its shelf was far.
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