Chapter 8 · free to read
Month seven. The graduation piece brief was one line long and had not changed in nineteen years.
The word was 'Absent.' She wrote it without unkindness, which made it considerably worse.
Month seven's lantern went up from the temple bank three days late, which had never happened before.
She took it to the only place where she had ever been able to look at anything honestly.
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