Chapter 4 · free to read
I spent sixteen years hiding that I didn't need a tank. Now I was hiding behind one.
Hand. Below runner, below hook, below everything. Being a legend at the bottom of a ladder is just being at the bottom of a ladder.
I have never needed to breathe. I had never once tried giving it away. It felt like being drained through a hole in my chest.
Nobody in Aoyomi had used that word in a hundred years. Somebody standing on my own dock wrote it down before I'd finished coughing.
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