Chapter 4 · free to read
One rung. It looks like nothing. It is the first time in eleven years that a tag with no school on it has been that high.
He does not swing at the sword. He swings at the ground behind it and lets the sword be in the way.
My father wore that groove over forty years. He never once hit the post square. Ironpetal is not a school of force. It is a school of somewhere else to be.
Scraped, rewritten and sealed. Three months before the trial that ordered it.
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