“The boy is right, Immanuelle.” Vera shouldered to the front of the crowd, limping badly. “Think of your father burning on the pyre. Think of the people in the Outskirts, resigned to a life of squalor and suffering because of the greed of this man, and all of the others that came before him. You have a chance to seek recompense for their suffering. So raise the knife and take it.” Immanuelle’s hand tightened around the hilt. All at once, she knew what she had to do. “The world you want can’t be bought with blood. You build it with the choices you make, with the things you do. Either we can
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