The Wistful Throne
Could a man truly be free while still owing his dead father’s debts? Do-yun Song sat alone in the workshop, the air thick with the cold, persistent whisper that had haunted him since the day his father’s body was brought home. He was forty years old, a goldsmith with hands that knew the weight of every ounce of metal, yet today his fingers trembled as he picked up the tweezers. Before him lay...
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