The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Could a man buy back his wife’s breath with his own skin? Young-ho Hwang asked the question into the dark of the sealed stone chamber, where the air tasted of wet limestone and old iron. He was thirty years old, a captain in the garrison that guarded the ridge, and he held a forbidden alchemical text in hands that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer, terrible weight of the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews