Chapter 10 · free to read
Six weeks. The book had been on his person every single day, and face-down every single time he set it anywhere.
The easiest thing in the world would have been to lift the cover while he was in the storeroom. I have never wanted anything more.
He gave me one true sentence and then stopped, and I let him stop. It cost me more than the whole boring war.
A hardcover, worn soft at the corners, closed for six years.
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