Chapter 64 · for subscribers
Sixty days, four hundred li, nine drowned villages, and this was the whole of the strategy they had left: break every empty band they walked past. There were nine hundred crates of them between the sand pit and the sea and all four of them knew it, and the spirit broke this one anyway, because it was the only thing in the yard that could be done with a pair of hands.
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