Start from Part I The shade cast by the temporary altar let the summer heat trickle through, enough to tug at the armpits but not enough to complain about if you practically lived in a tux. Xiyuan had slept in
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part IV)
Start from Part I Myshuno Meadows, for all the work the landscapers took to cram as much nature as possible into a painfully efficient 64×64 grid, wasn’t so much the oasis the city planners told people it was. There was
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part III)
Start from Part I “Your children?” “Yeah, were you watching Hector at the funeral? He was staring at me the whole time like I took the last doughnut. In the world.” Xiyuan found himself trapped in an odd corner of