Chapter 53 · for subscribers
Nobody had ever been made to wear one of those by force. That was the thing the five of them had not understood on any road since the ravine. A collar with your name already inside it is not a shackle; it is a seat with your place-card on it, cut and set and waiting, and nine hundred people had sat down in theirs believing it was their own idea.
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