Chapter 5 · free to read
They climbed toward a light that should never have been let loose. Behind them, the grave they emptied. Above them, the home that had no idea it was next.
A sword-spirit the heavens discarded. A sweeper with no spirit-root to steal. The two things the drowned god could not command.
He had come to empty the god. He had not asked what it would cost to become the place the god's ten thousand children came to live.
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