THE PRICE OF A MISUNDERSTANDING

THYME'S POV (Age 18)

​The rich, smoky aroma of charred pork neck and sour-spicy Tom Yum broth feels so real inside my head that my empty stomach cramps again, letting out another low, aching growl. For the first time since Metharaj cornered me against this wall, the suffocating heat coiled in m...

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