075. yes

Zhenxi manor stood on the western side of Fanxing’s many streets, a quiet and calm place compared to the bustle of the more populated areas, the marketplaces, the avenues lined with street stalls and buskers of all sorts. On this side of town one could hear the wind as it traveled on the air of […]

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074. an ornamental pond

With his knees in the dirt, stray strands of rust-colored sunbleached hair falling into his face from where it escaped his braid, Lin leaned down to kiss his royal lover. He’d drug Yuhui across the ground with his whirlwind hello, scraped him through the mountain woods with his violent I missed you so, but now, […]

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073. duty

It proved an exceedingly difficult task, and yet, somehow, Tiao eventually managed to fend off a horde of disciples interested in talking with the Crown Prince as they were trying to leave the Luanshi’s cafeteria. She was barely able to get five words in while they were eating and most of them were admonitions doled […]

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072. wrick and stutter

Chen dropped his traveling pack on the floor once he was able to stand full height, shimmying past the low ceiling in the entryway of the loft. “Ah, the wall’s gotten worse,” he said of the space where Laike’s cat slept, that small area scratched to smithereens by furious claws. “You should make her wear […]

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071. closer, closer

“I brought you back some things that I found in my travels.” Chen looked aside to Laike as they strolled back toward the group of buildings the Luanshi sect called home. The morning mist long ago dissipated under the intense gaze of the sun and now the forest was clear—sepia and viridian, grey and gritty […]

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070. a small blade

Jiling sat at her calligraphy desk with her brush hovering over the page when she heard Xue’s body echo into the ground, a sick thud that thundered through every tree root and weathered stone between the Great Overlook and the Priestess’ quiet enclave. The lights flickered as her concentration ruptured.  To some degree, Xueyu’s pain […]

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069. tell me when

2 YEARS AGO. The moon crested over Yunji at midnight. Chen’s window was cracked to the cool mountain air, a kaleidoscopic array of colored glass muted in the dim light of the boy’s half empty room. A lantern burned on his empty desk. The Luanshi sect was fitted with electricity, however the boy born of […]

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068. raise the stakes

2 YEARS AGO. “I’m not going to go easy on you,” Chen said as he walked into the center of the sparring ring at Laike’s side, voice hushed like the disclosure was something of a secret shared between them. This would be one of the last matches in which the older disciple would partake—in a […]

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067. draw your sword

Laike was conspicuously absent from breakfast. He refrained from attending Xueyu’s morning training exercises. This wasn’t in itself alarming—occasionally Xueyu’s lead disciple needed time to himself on specific exercises—however, Laike was also absent from his studies with the Heart of the Mountain, missing his daily dose of historical transcription, calligraphy, incantation, and prayer recitation. When […]

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066. widower

The path from the cultivator dormitories down toward Luanshi’s inner gates was quiet. The morning rendered the compound in reality’s details instead of the dreamy phosphorescence of Jiling’s swarm. Still, their surroundings were beautiful. Nature reclaimed every old world surface: ivy on rebar, morning glory blooming on pitted slabs of cement.  As they walked, Jiling […]

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