The Scribe Who Read the Clouds
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In the Tianwen Bureau, we do not predict the weather. We copy down what the clouds already decided.
Three forecasts. Three deaths. Each one matched not the weather — but a corpse.
The clouds were already changing.
One lamp still burned in the western hall. The forecast was not yet complete — which meant he still had time to make it a lie.
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