Chapter 13 · free to read
Six weeks in the mines. They ate what Rei could take off the high traps and forged with what the mountain had thrown away eighty years ago.
Not tiredness. Tiredness passes. This was the tremor that comes for a man in his seventies, arriving forty years ahead of schedule.
She had been the one who was carried, fed and prayed over for a year. In the mines she was simply the one who was still strong enough to do the arithmetic.
She had heard herself argued over as a cost for a year. She had never once been asked what she wanted to spend.
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