Chapter 15 · free to read
Day thirty-eight. He never once contradicted anybody. He simply kept being the person who had already done the work.
The old story, back through the back channels, in a form nobody could trace to a person.
The public distance held for eleven hours a day. It came off at that door like a coat, and the room was the only place in the city that was theirs.
Neither of them said the word that night either. They simply stopped pretending the distance was for anybody but other people.
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