Chapter 13 · free to read
Day nineteen. He had made no calls, requested no lawyer beyond the duty one, and had spent every afternoon reading the same paperback.
It had been drawn that morning. There was no pen in the cell.
23:07. Four minutes and eleven seconds, in one building, on a circuit that has three independent backups.
The eighth candle had been at the wrong temple. This one was at the left, exactly where it had been at all seven original scenes.
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