The Inheritors Of Iron And Ash And The Unmarked Graves Of Blackwood Estate

as if it were a venomous snake.

“Ms. Ayana Chen, please stand.”

His voice boomed through the microphone, echoing off the polished gymnasium floor. Three hundred heads turned in unison. Three hundred pairs of eyes fixed on me, the charity case in the third-hand uniform two sizes too big. I rose from the hard plastic chair, my knees weak.

“This bracelet,continue reading …