Chapter 65 · for subscribers
Three days of leave had taken him off this shelf and sixty of walking had brought him back onto it. The retinue's stakes were still standing where the envoy had driven them with the heel of her hand, green with two months of weather. The ring of frost he had leaked into the swept stone the morning she counted him was still there as well, because nothing had grown on that ground since.
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