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.
The brush moved before he read the line, which is how the bureau had trained him to copy.
Three forecasts. Three deaths. Each one matched not the weather — but a corpse.
Grey eyes, no expression, and a pause long enough to make the question into a warning.
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