The Boy Who Drummed the Thunder
Chapter 3 · free to read
Two fragments in, and the storm had begun to leave marks. Every summoning wrote a thin bright line across his skin — and erased a night from his memory.
He did not decide to do it. His hand moved before his fear could stop it.
One beat. That was all it took to throw a grown man across the square.
That night, trying to warm himself by the tea-stall fire, Jun reached for the one memory he always kept — and found a blank grey space where a face should be.
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