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Chapter 98 The Tame Ones
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2026-06-27 00:16:55I did not burn for them.
I sat in the soft chair with my hands folded and my silver banked cold and I told the clinician, in the flat pleasant voice of a tired traveler, that I was too exhausted from the descent to perform, that surely a carrier deserved a night’s rest before being read.
She did not like it.
But she could not call a tired pregnant woman a liar in a city built on the fiction of gentleness, so she smiled a thinner smile and said we would resume tomorr
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