053. an audience of ghosts

4 MONTHS AGO. Lin’ai breathed Xun in, breathed all the flowers of a rich boy’s bathwater in the shape of a poorer boy’s ill-traveled cover story. When he leaned in, Lin was quick to capture, mineral spring wet, rainwater lip to lip in a gentle question: stay or go? He barely departed when he confided: […]

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052. seeking

4 MONTHS AGO.  Somehow, Lin’ai knew.  Something in his bones told him this evening at the market would be a test—that more than anything he should keep his head down, eyes straight ahead. Something in his stomach dug a pit that he filled with molten confidence, liquid and brassy in his acid vat guts, always […]

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051. never any promises

Gui Lin’ai rose before the sun because it afforded him the freedom to leave without questions.  Despite the quiet shuffle of the Feng clan’s late night servants and watchmen reaching the end of their graveyard shift, Lin’ai found the complex almost reassuringly empty. The pre-dawn landscape was reminiscent of the abandoned manor houses on the […]

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038. vinegar

“Are you excited to see the Fengs, Lin?” Gui Ao looked over to his younger brother with a fondness that narrowed his eyes. His sun bleached hair fell just above his chin, framed his face in wavy lines that shook with the movement of their wagon pulled by a pair of horses. Its construction creaked […]

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