The Boy Who Drummed the Thunder
Chapter 12 · free to read
She burned Anping to send a letter. The letter said: come here.
General Wuye had eaten three fragments and kept walking. Where Jun bled his rhythm out drop by drop, she had simply swallowed hers and made them fit.
Beat. The strongest thing he had ever built. It held for four seconds.
He said no. It was, measured against everything that had already been taken from him, the single most expensive thing he had ever refused.
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