Chapter 14 · free to read
Two months in a school in the clouds. He had never once looked down and wondered who was underneath it.
Every roof had a sigil on it. Every well. Every plough. The court did not rule with magic. The court rented it out, monthly, by the household.
A malfunctioning crown sigil. Three weeks of petitions filed. Four days of harvest left.
It took nine seconds and cost him nothing. That was the part that stayed with him afterwards.
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