Working on new book, Murdering Fate. Trope subversion fantasy. So of course, it has to have a prologue! Here's the first few lines.

The fields cried.
The forest raged.
The city forgot.
The sea celebrated.

Eight-One-Three walked along a narrow cord of woven silk, looking for any breaks or flaws in each of the delicate fibers she was responsible for maintaining.

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