Chapter 12 · free to read
She had died in forty-one turns of this night. She had never once been asked, and she had never once remembered.
Two fires. Reaching. It had taken four hundred years and forty-one turns and it took eleven seconds.
Kiku went out with the lantern. Not home. Not released. Out.
It was never her pity that was the flaw. Pity was the machinery. The road ran on exactly the thing that made her worth saving.
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