Chapter 11 · free to read
Month ten. The temple gave the workshop until November to prove what it had paid. Proof costs money, and the only money on this river moves at night.
She did not release it. For the first time in ten months a lantern went up and stayed where it was, waiting to be collected by somebody who was asleep.
Twenty-two nights. The workshop was going to be paid for out of one hand.
It hung there for four days. It was the first month of the twelve that neither of them could honestly say had been kept.
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