Chapter 9 · free to read
The Seven do not travel. It had been sixty years since one of them came up to the Spire in person, and she brought no guards at all.
They had known which number to write. They had known it for months.
A desk. A commute. A Tuesday. He had spent weeks pretending he did not want it, and it took one piece of paper to prove he was lying.
There are betrayals that are announced. This one had been sitting quietly at the table for six weeks, pouring.
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