Chapter 56 · for subscribers
Forty-one years had gone into her in a sandpit six days west of here, poured by a sword-spirit who could not bear to hold them. Nine of them went out of her now, one after another, like lamps going off down a street at closing, and each one that darkened put a year back into a body that had been empty for the length of four breaths.
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