Chapter 11 · free to read
Sixth Petal, standing in a room where the youngest person present was eighty.
Thornevale. Right there in the founding ring, under everybody's boots.
Placed. They said it out loud, in front of him, as if it were a weather report.
He had been placed here two years before I ever arrived, by nine people who knew exactly what my family was.
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