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She simply gave them the truth and let it stand in the snow, and the men received it in silence, the flat broken silence of a people too cold and too hungry to do anything with a truth but hear it. Then she went back up to the study, because there was nowhere else to go, and she took out the book to burn it. That was her honest intention. The swollen ledger of buried bodies had cost her everything. It had turned Dain into a fuse, started a mutiny, and taught her that every secret in it was a door that opened onto a trap. She knelt at the small cold hearth with the last of the fire she would allow herself, and she opened the book one final time, meaning to feed it page by page to the flame, a

To avoid blurting something out, she chews the inside of her cheek. Focus, Lena. “You brought your assignment?” He reclines again and pulls out a folded sheet from his notebook. It has been folded this time, folded in threes, and then smoothed out again so that he might read it, so that he might live in it, before bringing it here. She unfolds the page. And here she is caught off guard once more. Not by the content. But by the tone. It’s raw. Stripped-down. Messy in the best way.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.