Chapter 6 · free to read
Three of them standing on one lit tile. Nobody reading. Nobody holding a pen. It was the only plan left in the building.
It could not force a signature out of anyone. It could only make one sound reasonable.
It kept the kindest bait for last. An old woman's silent mouth, and one word Ploy would have given anything to hear.
An unread name is an unclaimed name. It could write. It could not finish.
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