Chapter 12 · free to read
Every sect keeps a room like this. Ten thousand small stones, each one a decision somebody made about somebody else, filed where the decision cannot argue back.
The Register of Severed Relics. Three hundred years of the sect's tidiest work.
She had spent her whole short existence believing she was garbage. It had never once occurred to her that garbage does not get a trial.
It is one thing to be thrown away. It is another to learn that a room full of men sat down, discussed you, and signed.
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