Chapter 5 · free to read
She asked for a proper grave. It is the only work I have ever been paid fairly for.
Bri carried the city up the hill with her, in pieces, in her mouth.
The poor of Vael-Duran had been told all their lives that the dead came to eat them. Nobody had warned them the dead might come to hand them flowers.
Vaunt's month ran out in nine days.
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