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Chapter fifty five

Author: Mac
last update publish date: 2026-10-30 03:30:18

POV: Odalys

The mill race fed into the river a hundred yards below the dam, and for the first few minutes, nothing at all went wrong.

I want to say that clearly, because the memory has a way of rearranging itself. We slid out of the black mouth of the channel into the open water with the oars muffled in rags, and the whole enormous night opened above us, black and silent and full of stars. Fireworks bloomed on the walls behind. The thump and roar of the festival rolled over the river like a sto
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