Chapter 5 · free to read
He traded himself to fill the standing glass. And the moment he did, something began to climb the steps wearing my face.
The bronze had stopped pretending. It no longer needed to move when I moved.
A thing that is all reflection casts none. I turned the small door on the thing that came through it.
I emptied the thing that wore my face. And felt the whole hill go quiet, the way a held breath goes quiet.
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