Chapter 15 · free to read
Line three. Fourteen minutes past three in the morning, four hours after the mill went up, in handwriting I have been signing badly ever since.
They told me it released his remains. They told me the fund would pay for the funeral. Both of those things happened, so for ten years I never once thought about what else that page had said.
Four hours before that. The last call he made was not to the fire brigade and it was not to me.
The lien could only be discharged by a Han. He knew it. That is why they needed the mill emptied of everything except a signature — and why a phone call that night asked whether the daughter would be at home.
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