Chapter 15 · free to read
Two hundred years of this law, and every single time, it has ended the same way: quickly, and in favour of whoever was already winning.
No badge on that jacket. No round in that chamber. She had thought about it for two days and come up the mountain with nothing but the one thing she could actually spend.
Her father had pinned it on her on a porch in Darby when she was twenty-three years old.
It went in easier than she expected. Eleven years, and it made almost no sound at all.
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