Chapter 26

A Zither Drowning in Loneliness

“Zora! You need to see this! Right now!”

I paused, pickled radish halfway into my open mouth. My wooden chopsticks hit the tea table in my chambers with a clattering slam. Mouth pressed into a thin line before I released a quick round of filth and curses at all Sixty-four Gods and their insatiable cocks.

I hadn’t ......