Chapter 6 · free to read
A dying woman was the price of the call. Seora had eleven hours until dawn and only one place the enemy could be waiting.
City lights going past sideways, and a name she had not said out loud since she was nine.
The woman who had erased her stood perfectly still — as if she had been standing there for twenty-nine years, waiting.
The old woman turned all the way round to look, which took her a long time and which she did anyway.
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