Chapter 14 · free to read
Say nothing and they bury him again. Say it and every door I have left slams at once.
Two hundred and six of them. Every one had folded that sash away nine years ago and kept it.
The gauntlet has been invoked eleven times in four hundred years. It has been survived twice.
Seven torches. One goes out with every bout survived. Nobody had ever needed to explain what it meant if the last one was still burning.
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