Chapter 9 · free to read
Seam-sight showed him the fracture in every cold thing in the square. It showed him none at all in the king.
A hundred years of cold in a body that used to be a man. Cass had fought falling ice. This was the first thing in Aldermere that fought back.
The same tool. The same cut. Whatever came down that chain took the sun and then took the only thing that could have relit it.
Not a tragedy. Not a curse. A decision, taken by somebody with a schedule, and filed.
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