Blood Over Bright Haven

casually to the ladder, her third-hand potato sack of a nightdress

flapping around her skinny frame. But he reminded himself that she

climbed rooftops like this every day. She always washed when she

got home from work, but tonight, she hadn’t quite gotten all the grime

off her face before flopping onto her cot. Chimney sweeping was a

job for boys, but most employers didn’t look closely enough to see

the difference so long as a child got the job done quickly. And, as

dangerous as it was to clean chimneys, it was still one of the safer

jobs for a Kwen girl in this city.

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