The Wistful Skyline
The wind took the shallow roofs, tearing the shingles from the eaves of the Jeju fishing village where Da-eun Jeon stood in the rain-slicked courtyard, his twelve-year-old hands bleeding around a stolen imperial seal that pulsed with a faint, domestic glow. He fought off the village constables who sought to confiscate the object to pay the family’s crushing debt to the tax collector, their...
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