Chapter 13 · free to read
She had kept the Frostwatch a hundred years. On the last night she finally filed it.
Twenty-six years old, in the dark, with a candle burning down. She read the whole document. Nobody in a hundred years had asked her whether she had read the whole document.
The frost had been climbing into her since she was twenty-six. It reached the end of the climb on a warm night, which she would have said was more than she was owed.
The Frostwatch kept one for every regent. Not a coffin. A holding vessel — for a kingdom that had always intended to get warm again.
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