The Wistful Letter
Seoul’s hillside neighborhoods groan under the weight of the archive ships, their hulls scraping against the wheat-dust of the high plains where the drone shepherds work, a labor that leaves the hands raw and the mind frayed by the sheer scale of the sky above. I am Min-seo Yeo, a court apothecary whose quota is unmet, whose parts are missing, and whose body is failing to keep pace with the...
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