Chapter 10 · free to read
The fire had come through the wall in a line one hand wide, gone straight to the chair, and stopped.
A shaped fire eats what it is drawn around. He had drawn a circle and sat a man down inside it.
Two lighters. One dead brother. Whoever bought the second one walked into a shop, paid for it, and carried it out in a living hand.
The locker had burned at eleven forty. Nothing else in the building was so much as scorched.
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