Chapter 2 · free to read
For the first time in thirty-eight loops, no one was watching me die. They were watching her decide whether to.
Porcelain does not shake on its own. Everybody at that table watched it and nobody said so.
She went down in front of the whole hall, which is the one thing thirty-eight loops had never shown.
I had waited thirty-seven deaths to see that particular expression. It was worth every cup.
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