Chapter 10 · free to read
Sixth Petal, one carriage, and eight hundred miles of road leading back to a house full of women who died alone.
Not running. For once in six generations, not running.
It had bloomed without a break for four hundred years. It died in one night.
I chose to stay. Within nine hours the school itself began to die. Nobody at Hexbloom thought those two facts were unrelated, and neither did I.
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