Chapter 8 · free to read
Three days after the leviathan, the Spire had rewritten him. Nobody asked him whether he wanted to be rewritten.
Every assassin the court had ever sent had come wearing magic. That was the mistake they stopped making on the fourth day.
Nothing to cancel. For the first time since he arrived, his answer to a problem was simply not an answer.
Memory-magic cannot heal. It can only remind flesh what it used to be, and hope the flesh is listening.
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