Chapter 7 · free to read
Four weeks of drought left, the weather office said. The weather office was wrong by twenty-six days.
Eleven days to lift a building's floor out of the mud with two hands and a length of rope.
The water was not taking its time. It never once had.
Eleven days. Then the valley would be a lake again, and every honest thing left in it would be evidence nobody could reach.
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