Chapter 12 · free to read
They built him a room with no magic in it. It cost eleven thousand crowns and four days, and inside it he was exactly as powerful as an accountant.
Day six. He gave them his name, his old job title, and the address of a flat in a city that does not exist here. He gave them nothing else.
Nineteen days. Long enough for the Spire to learn what a quiet room means. Long enough for the Spire to get loud.
He did not break out. He filled in a form. It was, he would say later, the most satisfying thing he ever did in either world.
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