Chapter 7 · free to read
Every mercenary in a city with no law, all reading the same number on the same morning.
Nine weeks ago she flew on instinct and reflex. Now something in her skull was drawing the next two seconds for her, and she had stopped arguing with it.
She had been running for nine weeks. Somewhere over Hoseki, without noticing the moment, she turned around.
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