Chapter 13 · free to read
Nine poles. She had set them the way she set a search grid, which is to say: to be walked, not to be won.
Four minutes ten. A dominance fight is decided in ninety seconds. He had never once needed a fifth minute in his life.
Nine minutes. That was the number. Nine minutes was the number because nobody had ever asked him for nine minutes.
She could feel two heartbeats under that mitten. Only one of them was in the meadow.
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