Chapter 1 · free to read
In the mountain town of Kagariba, the fog came first. Then the coughing. Then the silence.
Two hands on the haft and a rhythm that had not changed since he was nine.
The sickhouse had been quarantined a month, and he came every day anyway.
Every breath I give the fire is a breath stolen from my own tomorrow.
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