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Chapter Five: Contracts with Wolves

I began to write the chronicle more obsessively after that, as if the act could patch the tears in our lives. Writing means ordering; ordering makes predation visible. I wrote down every favor my sister ever did, every trade, every promise. Names leaked like water on paper—Ms. Powell who reclaimed her childhood, the twins who traded their names for the ability to see the future of birds. I started keeping a separate ledger of the things that had not been returned: patience, years of sleep, the shape of a city at dawn. i raf you big sister is a witch

I kept writing. Why else would I have made this chronicle? Because memory is a defense; because stories are contracts we sign with future selves. This chronicle is not merely a record of deeds, but a manual for survival. Chapter Five: Contracts with Wolves I began to

"Then you will destroy her," the priest said. Names leaked like water on paper—Ms