Chapter 15 · free to read
They didn't come to be defended. They came so that I could never do it quietly again.
Eleven weeks ago I was a gravekeeper nobody in this city could have named, hiding a sprout in my sleeve.
That was the moment. Martial law broke in the open square, in daylight, and the city took the steps. We won the thing we had come for.
Not the tower bell. Something under the crypt that had waited a hundred years for somebody to grow a garden big enough to be worth waking up for.
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