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Chapter 4
You run. Not toward the gate. Toward the collar, around the well, to the bucket. Hoping to see a face that is not the one sitting on your neck. The dress scraps your new thighs. The chest slaps with it. You hit the bucket with both hands hard enough that water slops over your wr...
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Chapter 5
The light goes down hiding what just happened. Someone in the cottage slams a pot for real this time, and the older man swears and works the knots with fingers that are not trying to be kind. The cap cuts your rope with a knife that nicks your wrist. You come out of the hole on l...
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Chapter 8
You do not lie down. You go back to the bar with the rag pulled over your chest as far as it will go and Marr is wiping the same slate he counted on while you were bent over his keg. The room has thinned. The older girl is upending wash water. Sawdust-sleeves is gone. "Paper,"...
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Chapter 11
You do not wake to slop. You wake to a boot hitting the crate and Marr standing over the bench with daylight in the open door. The blanket is on the floor. The dress is still at your waist. Your hand is still between your own legs like you fell asleep in the middle of it, and th...
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Chapter 15
 The crowd does not thin. It packs the stones until the men at the front are against the glass, and some of them stop pretending they came to buy a hem. A few of them get a hand inside their own trousers and work thems...
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Chapter 16
 You stay on the floor. Your knees find the rug because the bed is offlimits, and you sit back on your heels in the worn ivory-and-black with Sera’s chest still heavy in the lace and the slap-heat still sitting in your cheek. The chair of...
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Chapter 18
You pull the robe on before the key finishes turning, worn wool over the lace and the new rings, Sera’s winter smell shutting around you, and you drop back onto the rug with the tray because that was the first order, even if a second mouth already put you on the bed. The beads ar...
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