Chapter 13 · free to read
She did not bury them. She left them where they were, so that she would have to walk past them every time.
Ninety-nine more. Every one with somebody underneath it. To break the road she would have to refuse all of them, one at a time, out loud, forever. That was the actual price, and nobody had ever paid it, and she could see exactly why.
Cut the knot and they win. Keep the knot and they approve of it. She was starting to understand that the road did not care which move she made, only that she kept making them.
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