Chapter 6 · free to read
No canvas, no doctor, no commission. Four rounds, three hundred baht, and a bell somebody's uncle rings by hand.
Fourteen months since the count of nine. Four kilos under my real weight, because that is the only class with fights in it. My hands remembered the wrapping before my head did.
Every instinct I had was built on a knee that no longer exists. Two rounds of fighting like a man carrying a full glass of water across a room.
You can read a fighter's whole injury off the floor afterwards. Anyone who knew what they were looking at could have priced my knee from ten feet away.
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