The Faded Masquerade
Yu-jin Ahn’s hands shook as he lifted the box, the porcelain shards rattling against the wood. He was forty, and the palsy had started in the left thumb, a small betrayal that now governed his whole body. The steward, Park, waited at the door of the coaching inn, his coat slick with rain. Park was a rival, a man who had spent years mimicking Yu-jin’s style until it became his own. He did not...
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