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Chapter 65: The Door With No Latch

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The Wolf

I bite. I would like that understood before anything else.

I have lain in a hollowed log for ten thousand years, listening to people be given things. Hush got a name and a lullaby. Ward got a coat and a mouth to borrow. Ember got a sister who held her while she cried. Every one of them came out of the dark with a word stuck to their chest like a tag on a parcel.

I looked at those words closely, and they were all leashes. Hush, to keep her quiet. Ward, to keep him watching. Sorrow, to k
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