Chapter 10 · free to read
That was the part the mountain wanted her to see. Not the dying. The certainty just before it.
It did not catch them with fear. It caught every single one of them with a hand she had chosen to hold.
She had a weapon at last, and it was the ugliest one available: refuse every hand, including the ones that deserve better. It would work. That was the trouble with it. It would work, and she would have to keep doing it.
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