Chapter 15 · free to read
One bout, on the house's own card: win it and the funeral line clears. Amagiri had set it himself, to see how fast she would burn to reach it.
Directed mourning. It came off her with an edge, and it went exactly where she pointed it.
She finished upright, with fire still in her hands. Nine weeks ago the same win had put her on a concrete floor for a day.
She burned it on a candle-stub in the cold hearth with eleven people watching — eleven people nobody had ever asked to watch anything.
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