Chapter 14 · free to read
This is where it was done. Not a dungeon, not an altar. A workroom, with good light and a tidy desk.
Ten thousand voices wanted the same thing at the same time. It was the first time the vessel nearly poured.
He asked it the only way a sweeper is allowed to ask an elder anything — sideways, and about the paperwork.
She had prepared for a monster. She had rehearsed, for three hundred years, what she would say to a monster. She had never once prepared for a filing clerk who could not pick her out of nine hundred and forty.
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