The Courier and the Condemned Scholar
Chapter 6 · free to read
The rope-wounds had festered under the road-dust. By the second dawn Liheng could no longer walk, and Wenjing carried him toward the only door in the west he could still knock on.
Old Ru had owed Wenjing's father a life once. Debts like that do not expire; they only wait.
Ru cleaned the wounds before he studied the face. Then he studied the face, and his hands went still.
Deep in the fever, Liheng spoke to people who were not there.
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