The Wistful Petal
Chapter One The dust in the Ironworks Guard barracks was not merely airborne; it was a geological fact, settling in the creases of Hong Yang’s collar and the joints of his knuckles. He woke to the sound of the road outside, a constant, grinding roar that never ceased, vibrating through the thin concrete floor into his bones. In his dream, petals had fallen, white and weightless, but here, in...
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