Chapter 9 · free to read
He came down off the scaffold with a tally board and a jacket nobody in that kingdom could make.
A tally board with nine days of marks on it, the numbering in a hand that was not local.
Two of them stood at the cracked footing, one at each end of it.
The footing stood whole at dusk and the labourers stayed up on the scaffold to look at it.
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