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 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
The Reaper’s White Elephant (Part II)
Start from Part I The reception wasn’t nearly as suffocating as the ceremony. Without a tense central narrative to unite the mourners in their discomfort, and without the noon sun baking them in their suits and full makeup, they could