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Chapter 1067: The Person Pursuing Miracles

“God, it’s really you!”

Sunflower had just stepped down from the stand, the bag of gold royals heavy in her hand, when she heard the voice. She turned.

“Tigerclaw!”

The big man grabbed her in a hug before she could say anything else, thumping her on the back. “It’s been so long! When His Majesty read your name out, I thought it was someone else. I never expected you to beat the Chief Knight and Morning Light.” He pulled back and looked her over. “You’ve gotten plumper, haven’t you?”

She shoved him in the chest, grinning. “Shut up. A little. Do you actually prefer me half-starved?”

“No, the extra weight suits you.” He whistled. “You look more like a girl now.” He kept looking at her. “I mean it — I wasn’t sure it was you on the stage. You’ve really changed.”

“My hair’s longer. I eat more.” She shrugged. “You got bigger too.”

“Construction site, every day.” He flexed. “I work hard.”

“Sun… sun… Sunflower, wait—” Dawn pushed through the crowd, completely winded. “Hey, Tigerclaw.”

“See? This one hasn’t changed at all.” Tigerclaw wrapped him up without warning. “Don’t tell me you ran here.”

“A caravan gave me a ride,” Dawn managed. “Be gentle. If Sunflower hadn’t dragged me, I wouldn’t have come.”

“You’re a merchant now?”

“An errand boy.” He scratched the back of his head. “I can read and write.”

“He was top of his class in elementary school,” Sunflower said. “A Chamber of Commerce hired him straight after the exam. He handles account books all day and lives well.”

“Glad to see you both.” Tigerclaw’s grin was wide. “We should celebrate tonight — a proper drink in Neverwinter. Sunflower won.”

“Gladly,” Dawn said, glancing around. “Where’s Snaketooth? Didn’t he enter the competition?”

Sunflower’s heart climbed to her throat.

She had wanted to ask that for two hours. She had been careful not to show it. “I was wondering the same,” she said, aiming for breezy. “I hope he’s not still angry that you went back without him.”

“Snaketooth.” Tigerclaw waved a hand. “He’s out at Misty Forest on the railways. Good money, but risky work. Trading your life for extra pay — I don’t understand it.” He shook his head. “And now he’s particular about housing. He used to be fine in the drainage. Now he insists on a double-roomed house. Strange.”

A double-roomed house was not shelter. It was a home. It was something to put another person in. “He’s doing it for Paper,” Sunflower said.

“Paper?” Tigerclaw looked blank.

Dawn nudged him. “You remember Paper. Our friend.”

“I know Paper — but what does she have to do with it? She joined the Witch Union. She lives in the Castle District. She doesn’t need a spare house.” Tigerclaw shook his head. “And Snaketooth — he’s seen her plenty of times and he can’t manage a hello. He dragged me around a corner to avoid her once. Paper probably doesn’t even know we’re in the city.”

Sunflower went still. “You haven’t spoken to Paper in two years?”

“Not really.”

The laugh came out before she could temper it. Dawn touched her arm. “Sunflower, quietly — people are watching.”

She waved at the crowd, and they smiled back, reading it as a winner’s joy. Which it partly was. “It feels remarkable,” Tigerclaw said, watching. “Two years ago I couldn’t have imagined being famous.”

“I care more about the hundred gold royals,” Dawn said. “We could put the money into a business — partner with someone in the Chamber of Commerce. If it worked, we’d earn without doing much at all—”

“I’m buying a house,” Sunflower said. “In the Border District.”

Dawn stared. “You can’t mean that. Do you know how long it takes to save that amount from nothing?”

“I know.”

“What about your job?”

“I’m buying a bicycle as well.” She could already see it. “Half a day to ride from here to Longsong. People in both districts send each other letters constantly. I’ll be faster than any other carrier.”

Dawn looked at her for a long time. Then he sighed — not defeat exactly, but recognition. “Fine. I’ve never talked you out of anything anyway.”

Sunflower smiled.

She thought about the last day in Longsong, two years ago, at the dock. She’d asked Snaketooth whether he and Paper would ever come back, and no one had answered. She’d believed, in that moment, that the distance between the two cities was the distance between two worlds. They had never gone farther than the landfill at Longsong’s edge. Border Town had seemed impossibly remote.

Today she had run here on her own legs. Straight road. No curves, no potholes. Faster than she’d expected.

The two cities were one city.

She just hadn’t known until she crossed the distance herself.

Why wait for Snaketooth to come back?

She could go.

Just as His Majesty had said: no one knew whether miracles were possible until they tried.

“Find a tavern,” she said, patting the pouch. “We’re celebrating.”

Yes.” Tigerclaw pumped his fist. “Pity Snaketooth isn’t here. He’ll miss everything.”

“Store the bulk at the hotel first,” Dawn said to Sunflower. “Four or five gold royals is plenty for tonight.”

“Already planned.” She was still smiling.

She didn’t know what would happen when she found Snaketooth. She didn’t need to. The feeling of moving toward something without waiting for certainty — she had decided she liked it.

She was starting to like the feeling of pursuing a miracle.

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