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.
The woman who had erased her stood perfectly still — as if she had been standing there for twenty-nine years, waiting.
The offer was real. That was what made it monstrous.
She had one card the old woman had never accounted for — because the old woman had given it to her herself.
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