Chapter 8 · free to read
Eleven days of holding a room, and an old man in a chair took it back off me in nine words.
It went hot in my hand while he was speaking. Not a warning that time. Agreement.
He said one more thing at the door and I have not been able to put it down since. The loop is not a gift, child. It is a leash, and something is holding the other end of it.
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