Chapter 4 · free to read
She told me not to look at the bottom of the pool. The bottom of the pool had been looking up for three hundred years.
A vessel carries. Nobody had ever mentioned that a vessel is also allowed to refuse to be emptied.
Down, then across, then out. Fifty nights of stolen fire, and the only technique I ever learned was the floor.
We did not kill a god. You cannot kill a graveyard. We made one homeless, and pointed it uphill at the ten thousand people who dug it.
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