Her entire life was listed in neat, cold categories.
Her finger twitched.
Eivor hesitated. Her honor was a shield she had carried since childhood. But she remembered the hours—the years —of hunting down carbon ingots, of scaling a dozen identical watchtowers for a single nickel bar. The memory of Dag’s mocking laughter echoed: “Still wearing that rusted chest-piece, Eivor?” ac valhalla inventory editor
Eivor had no answer. She had simply opened a ledger. She had cheated. Her entire life was listed in neat, cold categories