The Distant Nightmare
The ledger line, written in a hand that trembled less than the ink it left behind, read: Wei Zhu, debtors' signatory, status: suspended, limb: missing, value: zero. The scent of ozone and wet slate hung heavy in the air, a smell that clung to the back of the throat like a physical weight, before the obsidian court of the Dreaming King resolved out of the gray static of sleep. Wei Zhu stood on...
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