Sunday, November 1, 2015

Candle to the Devil / Chapter 14

Candle to the Devil Chapter 14

[A/N: I'm back! And with an actual chapter this time! I've begun settling in and working on my postgrad work overseas and decided I'd get this chapter out now for all of you. You've all been so wonderful, and I really can't thank you enough for showing this story so much attention and love. 

Please enjoy, and once again, thank you all for reading.]

Sketch of the St. Gallicanus Cathedral before it was destroyed.
 Religion in the Far East during the Walled Cities period was a diverse and often volatile subject. While the West was predominantly Christian and their beliefs followed their economic and political consumption of the Eastern lands, there was very little in the way of enforcement. The West itself was seeing a paradigm shift in their belief systems, and high-ranking religious figures within the British Empire and Italy were losing power and influence to the faculties of science and medicine.

This small explosion of religious freedom in the East would be short-lived, however. The confined spaces of the walled cities became a breeding ground for racial and cultural resentment. Many of the isolationist groups within these cities used religion as a turning point in their arguments. Convincing someone that their very spiritual core was being threatened could swell the ranks of a cause quickly. Fear-mongering was a much-used tactic. 

Replica of the stained-glass ceiling of St. Gallicanus Cathedral.
This resentment often led to violence. Churches and cathedrals were fairly obvious symbols for Western Christianity and were therefore the primary targets of opposing religious groups. The most well-known case of this was the St. Gallicanus Cathedral in the Korean city of Wonju.

Renowned for its stained-glass artwork, all was lost when the cathedral was vandalized by the Wonju branch of the Holang-i. The famous stained glass ceiling was shattered. A replica of the ceiling is currently on display in the Louvre, recreated from pictures and descriptions before the Cathedral was vandalized. The rest of the building was covered in kerosene and set ablaze.

The purging of religious centers during the Walled Cities period lead to the large-scaled destruction of artwork and architecture of the time. Very few Western pieces have survived, leaving only snapshots of what was being produced in terms of art in the Near East.

--excerpt from Shattered Glass: Religion and Art in the Walled Cities Period by James S. Merrigold



Chapter 14


Geum-eocho Street, Hanseong
Thursday, 5:00pm, May 19th, 1858

“I’ll be gone most of the day. I have some errands to run and then papers to grade tonight. Don’t wait up for me.” Kyungsoo threw on his coat and began to button it.

Chanyeol nodded, hefting a box of supplies into a better position in his arms. They’d finally finished cleaning Kyungsoo’s house and begun to work on the smaller townhouse next door that Jongdae had bought for their newspaper business. Chanyeol didn’t want to show it, but he was worried about his boss.

Jongdae was never gone this long. Surely he hadn’t gotten into any trouble? No…he had probably caught on to some grand story and had gone off to track it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d disappeared for a few weeks to come back with incriminating evidence of some kind (usually something that led to them being threatened by authorities). But he’d always given Chanyeol some kind of warning before running off…

“I could send a telegram to some acquaintances. Ask them to stop by the shop and see what he’s up to.”

Chanyeol blinked, looking over at his friend. Kyungsoo was watching him with a solemn, knowing gaze as he tugged on his bowler hat. “That would be…thanks Kyungsoo.” Chanyeol scratched the back of his neck and sighed. “It just isn’t like him.”

“How are Yixing and Zitao? They have everything they need?” Kyungsoo began stuffing papers into his briefcase. He huffed as he saw the handful of unopened letters in the basket near the door. No doubt at least one of those was from Lord Oh.

“They’re fine. I’m sending them out today to get some things to test what they’ve learned.” Chanyeol was proud of their progress in learning Korean, which he had to admit was going better than his sad attempts at learning Chinese. Yixing was a patient teacher, even if Zitao laughed every time Chanyeol mispronounced something—which was often.

The two had slowly become used to living there, looking less like starved dogs waiting for their owner to kick them for some wrong doing and more like two normal young men. Leaving Haeju had been good for them.

He wished he could say the same for Baekhyun. The younger man had become more closed off and secretive as of late. He disappeared in the afternoon and didn’t return until late, and he rarely spoke to Chanyeol when he was there. His dislike of Yixing and Zitao was becoming more prominent every day.

Chanyeol didn’t know what to do about it. He was half tempted to follow him one of these days to find out where he was going.

“Alright, I’m off.” Kyungsoo opened the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I'll see you later then.” Chanyeol waved him off, and the last thing Kyungsoo saw as he stepped into the waiting carriage was Chanyeol’s smile morphing into a worried frown as the door closed. Kyungsoo figured that Chanyeol was worried about more than just Jongdae.

Even though Kyungsoo was rarely home he could feel the tension in the house. Any time he came to eat, Baekhyun would take his plate and leave. He spent most of his time out on the streets, and whatever he was doing had caused Chanyeol to voice his concern earlier this week.

“He comes home smelling like smoke and soju. I found a paper mask stuffed in a waste bin near Jongdae’s desk. I don’t know what it means, but something’s off ‘Soo. He’s angry all the time. That isn’t a side-effect of the operation, is it?”

No. It most certainly wasn’t. At least, he didn’t think so. Such a thing hadn’t happened in the cases he’d read about in London. He’d go over his journals…perhaps write to Dr. Boulstridge and see if he’d heard about any of the lasting mental effects of the surgery involving such things.

There were always cases of amputees still feeling limbs that had been cut off. Phantom pain, they called it. It could lead to some mental issues…but the only thing that Kyungsoo had removed was a bit of shattered bone and torn muscle. It was a minor surgery, all things considered.

“We’re here, sir.” The gruff voice of the carriage driver cut through his thoughts, and Kyungsoo only then noticed they’d stopped moving.

“Thank you. I’ll be out in around ten minutes.” Kyungsoo shouldered his bag and stepped out, sighing. This wasn’t a good idea, and he knew it. Nothing would end well by returning to this place.

“Doctor!”

Kyungsoo blinked, giving the brightly dressed girl a smile. “Hello. Miss Jinri, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, the bells in her hair tinkling brightly. She reached up a hand to keep the massive headdress in place. “Are you here to check on Kai?”

“Erm, yes. I have another bottle of medicine, in case he needs it.” Kyungsoo held it out. “In fact, if I could leave it with…” He trailed off, because Jinri had grabbed his hand and was dragging him inside.

“He’s been moody since you left, doctor. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I think he was sicker than he thought because his temper was never his bad before, and he looks feverish still.”

Kyungsoo ignored the looks of the gisaeng and their patrons as they passed. He didn’t see anyone he recognized and he was trying hard not to look at anyone, just in case he saw one of his fellow teachers, or worse, one of his students.

He knew he shouldn’t be here. Jongin—Kai—didn’t deserve anything from him. But he was a doctor. It was his job, right? He was a doctor going to see his patient…a patient he claimed he wouldn’t see again. But he knew Jongin, and Jongin would probably run out of the medicine and not go and get anymore. That’s the type of person Jongin was. He’d refuse to take them because he hadn’t paid for them. Kyungsoo was just being responsible. Yes, that was it. Professional.

This was all a matter of professionalism.

“He’s refused most of his patrons, saying he didn’t want to give them anything. It isn’t anything serious, is it?” Jinri asked anxiously. She was twisting a ribbon in her hands, “Kai…he’s a nice person. There aren’t many nice people in this city.”

“Jinri! Get back to work, girl! You have a customer coming in ten minutes!” A hulking, garishly dressed woman appeared in one of the doorways leading to a pavilion. She pursed rouged lips and narrowed her eyes. “Go on!”

Jinri winced, bobbing her head in a yes. “You know how to get there, don’t you Doctor? Excuse me…” She lifted her skirts and scurried out the door, ducking her head as the pavilion mistress raised a hand to smack her.

Kyungsoo watched until Jinri was out of sight before turning down another hallway. Yes, he remembered where Jongin’s room was…he simply didn’t have the courage to walk there. He reached into his bag and pulled out the medication he’d brought. He could give it to one of the serving girls, or a younger gisaeng to take to him. It would be simple and easy.

But what if he really was getting worse? If there was some kind of new complication he would need to prescribe him something else…

He found himself turning corners unconsciously, running his thumb along the bottle’s cap in thought. It was his duty as a doctor to help those who needed it, whatever he felt personally about the person.

            It didn’t take long to reach Jongin’s rooms. He could smell Jongin’s cologne from three halls down, mixed with heavy smoke. He was surprised he could smell it at all over the pervading smell of opium that saturated the building.

Kyungsoo took a deep breath and schooled his face into a look of professional apathy as he pulled back the red curtains and stepped inside. “What kind of an idiot snaps at the people trying to help him? Jinri says you’ve been yelling at everyone. I hope you haven’t been drinking—” He stopped, and took a step backwards.

Jongin untangled himself from a set of limbs, murmuring something as he sat up. His gaze met Kyungsoo’s and for a moment, Kyungsoo thought he saw panic.

“Well.” Kyungsoo swallowed. “It seems you’re well enough to entertain guests. Here’s some more medicine.” He placed it on the small table to his left and turned quickly on his heel.

He was out the door before Jongin had even spoken.

Beijing Docks, Beijing
Monday, 3:24pm, May 23rd, 1858

           
            The boat lurched to a stop and the deck became a mass of bodies as sailors shouted back and forth, throwing ropes to men waiting below.

Minseok had never been so happy to see a dock in his life. He could only assume that his joy and relief were shared by Jongdae, who hadn’t ever fully accustomed to life at sea. Even now his face still held a greenish tinge, though it looked like color was returning as he gripped the handrail, trying to stay out of the way of the crew.

Minseok stood beside him with his own luggage. “It would be easiest to take this boat home.”

“They won’t be leaving for a few weeks, at least.” Jongdae was rummaging through his bag for something, “No boats are going to leave port anytime soon, not after Hong Kong.”

Minseok gave a frustrated sigh. “That is why we need to return to Joseon. I must go to Hanseong and report immediately.”

Jongdae shook his head. “They’ll be suspicious if we get off here and go straight back to Joseon.”

“Then what do we do?” It was amazing how fast it had become “we”.

Jongdae remained silent for a moment before he gave a small smile, a ghost of the cocky grin that Minseok had grown accustomed to. “We stay and collect information.”

“Is this all for one of your stupid stories?” Minseok accused as the gangplank was locked in place and the sailors began shouting for people to depart.

“Why can’t you just assume I want to serve king and country as much as the next loyal subject?” Jongdae tried to look offended, but under Minseok’s glare he simply rolled his eyes. “This story needs to be told. The sooner we get the information we need and find a telegraph, the sooner we can think of a way home.”

“…very well.” Minseok murmured, not at all pleased. The moment his feet hit solid earth he let out a sigh. It was good not to have the ground swaying beneath him. “We need to find out why Hong Kong fell. It wasn’t an accident. It couldn’t be an accident.”

Jongdae grinned. “Now you’re thinking like a reporter.” He dragged Minseok out of the crushing crowds into a less populated street. “First things first, these clothes have to go.”

Minseok gripped the rim of his bat. “Why?”

Jongdae sighed, realizing that he was going to be doing that quite often. Minseok never did anything without questioning why first. “The last thing you want to be is a Korean in China. In fact we had best change our names as well.”

Minseok had been all over Joseon. He’d scrambled over rooftops and under gates. But this…he found himself completely overwhelmed. The harbor was in panic. People were rushing the docks, shouting and crying and pleading. “It seems that they already know about Hong Kong.”

Once they broke free of the harbor, Beijing loomed beyond them in its old, majestic glory. The merchant district was alive and flourishing, seemingly ignorant of the panic at the ocean’s edge. Jongdae took a deep breath and grinned. “To the tailors!” He suddenly seemed in his element, no longer green-faced from sea sickness.

“Why don’t we wear Western clothing?”

“Do you want to be mugged?” Jongdae shook his head, “My god if you’d been left to your own devices you wouldn’t have made it off the ship.” He was scanning the street signs, before a broad smile cross his face and he made a bee-line for a small shop on the corner of the next street.

Inside it smelled heavily of oolong and lavender. An elderly woman came out from a back room and eyed the two of them, then said something in rapid Mandarin that Minseok barely caught. It took a few moments to realize she’d been asking if they had any money.

Jongdae leaned against the counter, “We have yuan to pay, auntie. My brother Xiumin and I were studying in Joseon. We’ve lived there most of our lives. We came back to visit relatives.”

Minseok raised an eyebrow at the name, but Jongdae was continuing in his halted Chinese. His lie certainly made sense. If they’d grown up in Joseon they would speak horribly accented Chinese. He’d made a viable excuse for their lack of fluency, and he’d also given a reason for their current Korean clothing that wouldn’t rouse too much suspicion.

The woman gave a knowing smile. “You cannot visit relatives in those clothes.”

“We had planned on getting some things in Hong Kong but, well, I’m sure you’ve heard the news.” Jongdae sighed, “It was terrible.”

The woman latched on to the information, “You saw it happen?”

“We were on a boat sailing past. We didn’t stop once we saw the flames.”

The woman clicked her tongue and shook her head. “These are terrible times we live in. Here, let me go find some suitable changshan.”

As the woman disappeared into the back room once more Minseok turned to Jongdae. “Xiumin?”

Jongdae shrugged. “It was the only name that came to mind. I’ll be Chen, by the way. In case she asks.” He didn’t wait for a response, merely turned back to the old woman with a charming smile as she walked out with an armful of cloth.

            Minseok let Jongdae do all the talking, and fifteen minutes later they were properly dressed and heading further into the city.

They passed by the Beijing Guozijian and Minseok was struck with how antiquated it seemed. It was still built in the traditional Chinese style. Once, Korean nobles had fought to send their children here. Now, Chinese nobles fought to send their children away, like his friend Luhan.

In fact…Luhan’s father was the Marquis here, wasn’t he? If Luhan learned about the fall of Hong Kong, he’d try and return. He’d always worried about his father when they’d roomed together. He’d have to try and find some information about Luhan’s father to bring back to him. It was the least he could do for his friend. Luhan had taught him Chinese, after all.

The entire district was unkempt, interspersed between shops and suspicious looking buildings. He wondered how many people still attended here. He wondered how long it would take before Sunkyungkwan became just as dilapidated as Korean nobility struggled to send their children to Europe.

“The best place to find information,” Jongdae straightened the collar of his changshan with a licentious grin, “is the red-light district.”

“What?” Minseok sputtered, halting in his steps. They were in the middle of a crowded street and several passerby glared, calling out expletives in Mandarin that Minseok somewhat understood.

“Are you really the emperor’s dog?” Jongdae glanced at him suspiciously. “Let me guess, you’re used to using rank to get what you need?”

Minseok didn’t reply.

“Don’t forget, we’re Chinese. With our faces it won’t be hard to pretend. But no Korean.” Jongdae pushed through a crowd, Minseok following behind absently.

Minseok did not take orders well. But he was out of his element. And he was still trying to decide how the red-light district had spread so close to a once-hallowed institute for learning. He would have been offended, except he found himself too distracted.

“Now then…Xiumin ge, let’s go visit that brothel!” And he steered Minseok toward the crimson door with an arm around his shoulder and a pleased grin.


The Red Stag Gentleman’s Club, Hanseong
Tuesday, 7:15, May 24th, 1858

It smelled like expensive cigars and cologne. Joonmyun had already accepted the constant migraines with his title, but the heady smell was aggravating it more than usual. He couldn’t remember a night without some kind of tonic, and he knew he’d need extra this time around, especially with the amount of bottles being carted to their table.

He settled himself down in his seat more comfortably, trying not to let his displeasure show. The last thing he needed was for Lord Oh to notice and make something of it. He’d come here by invitation from the man himself, along with several other members of the House of Lords.

“I heard they hired a new cook all the way from France.” Lord Lee grabbed a drink from a passing tray and downed its contents in one gulp. “He’s making foie gras, whatever that is.”

Lord Oh didn’t comment, merely held up his cigarette for the server to light. He offered one to Joonmyun who declined with a tight smile.
           
            “Lord Oh, did you hear about the demonstrations last week? They blocked off three roads. I was late to my tailor!”

            Lord Oh scoffed. “The isolationists?”

            Lord Hwang nodded. “The anti-Western and immigration movements are becoming more frequent.”

            Lord Shim rolled his eyes and waved his cigar beneath Lord Hwang’s nose. “This certainly isn’t the first time the dogs have started barking. It will pass, just as it always does.”

“More members of the lesser nobility and Sunkyungkwan students have begun flocking to these meetings. A leading group among the isolationists has appeared, calling themselves Holang-i. They’ve been meeting in large groups. There is talk they plan to riot in the merchant quarter to ban British imports.” Joonmyun supplied. The truth was, several minor lords have come to him with growing concerns over the fact.

Lord Oh stared down at his half-empty glass of brandy and clucked his tongue in reproach. “The police should be able to handle the situation. Once the leaders of the movement are imprisoned it will lose momentum.”

“No one knows who the leaders are. They all wear masks. If someone is caught they don’t know anything.” Lord Hwang continued. He was the Lord High Constable and was in charge of the security within the city. If something happened he would be the one held responsible. It explained his nervous behavior the past few weeks. There had been a few cases of small groups of these masked men attacking patrolling officers.

“Then perhaps you should do something about it.” Lord Shim snapped, “You’re ruining the atmosphere.”

Joonmyun had thought the mood had been ruined the moment he’d walked inside and seen this group of men sitting at a table but made no comment. Lord Hwang sputtered in indignation, “You’ve been eyeing my position for years. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had something to do with this. Your son is one of the students speaking out against Western trade at Sunkyungkwan!”

“Those are merely intellectual debates!”

“Enough.” Lord Oh murmured, and the two men had the decency to look embarrassed at the scene they’d caused. “It is obvious who the culprit is.”

“It is?” Lord Hwang smoothed his mustache.

“The Cabinet Secretary you dolt.” Lord Shim hissed. “He hasn’t been subtle in his dislike of Britain’s influence.”

“Is it possible that the movement isn’t backed by a political figure? It would not be the first time that a group of scholars were responsible for an uprising.” Joonmyun shook his head. “Lord Kim dislikes the West but he follows the will of the King. The King allows Western trade, although he has spoken about sanctions and regulations. The Holang-i want to rid Joseon of everything that is not Korean.”

Lord Oh raised an eyebrow as he turned to face Joonmyun. He seemed to look through him, eyes boring past skin to read his innermost thoughts. Joonmyun tried not to squirm. Finally Lord Oh smiled thinly, “My future son-in-law is correct. Perhaps we should look into alternatives. I would like you to speak with the Cabinet Secretary and see his stance on the issue.”

Joonmyun nodded. “Of course."

Geum-eocho Street, Hanseong
Tuesday, 8:20pm, May 24th, 1858

            “Your library never fails to impress.” Luhan looked around the room with a smile. “Did you bring back all of your books from England?”

            Kyungsoo shook his head as he grabbed his cup. It had been a while since he’d had coffee, but Luhan’s father had sent some to his son and he’d offered to share it. He took a sip and sighed. “Quite a few of them are from Oxford, but I had procured many of them beforehand and had them shipped here. Several of the medical books are from the Universität Wittenberg in Germany. I visited there on my tour of Europe. They’re the leading authority on surgical practices concerning the brain.” 

            Luhan sighed wistfully. “The rest of the world is advancing faster than we can catch up.”

            Kyungsoo shrugged. “We have the means to do so. It’s simply a matter of realizing that we can’t continue on as we have.”

            “Trying to throw away tradition in Joseon is asking for civil war.” Luhan shook his head. “It will never happen, not without a fight. Joseon can’t afford that…but it can’t afford to remain so behind either. Joseon has became England’s pet dog. But what happens when it decides it wants more food than its master is willing to give?”

            “You are extremely pessimistic today.” Kyungsoo smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Truthfully, he was the one that was usually distant and moody. Over the past month he had developed a friendship with the older boy, and it was a welcomed distraction.

It was easier not to think of Jongin when he was busy doing other things. If he wasn’t teaching or grading papers he was discussing politics with Luhan and dodging invitations from Lord Oh. And when he wasn’t doing either of those things he was in his lab, working on his personal experiments.

It was simply better to keep busy.

“I think the more immediate threat to Joseon roams outside these walls and doesn’t particularly care for politics.”

Luhan snorted. “I’ve tried making that point several times before, and no one seems receptive to it. Everyone is too busy taking sides to realize the Afflicted are what we need to deal with.”

Kyungsoo nodded. “I think people have become complacent with living in our walled cities. They think they’re safe now and are content to live this way.”

“Like animals.” Luhan retorted. “That’s what we’ve become. I just can’t understand why no one else is taking this seriously.”

“They are, in their own way. It was the same in England. Once you realize that there is a wall between you and your biggest threat, your priorities become twisted.”

Luhan huffed and tugged on his cravat. “It’s ridiculous.”

“Your last paper was a bit lacking. Are you having a hard time with nerve wiring?”

Luhan groaned in frustration, “I thought we weren’t going to mention school here, professor.” He took a hasty sip of his coffee. “I haven’t slept well these past few nights. Have you heard of the Holang-i?”

Kyungsoo’s lips thinned in a worried frown. “I’ve heard of them in passing. I saw a demonstration on Hwangso street a few days ago. I was picking up a shipment of chemicals I’d sent for. They were picketing the railroad.”

Luhan cursed under his breath. “They’ve begun threatening the Korean railroad workers. A few were followed home and beaten in the streets. At this rate they’ll begin bringing in Chinese refugees to take over and that will cause even more unrest.”

“You’ve been worried about the demonstrations?”

“I’m more worried for their victims. They burnt down a church last night! The Father barely made it out alive. They found the remains of two attendants near the altar. Why can’t they see how barbaric it all is? People are dying because of some ridiculous superiority complex.” Sehun avoided him now. No matter how many times he tried to speak to him about the demonstrations he found that Sehun refused to even acknowledge his existence.

He’d heard of being cut in British society, but he hadn’t thought Sehun would employ such a Western method. It was damningly irritating, because Luhan was just trying to help. Sehun was a fool, and he was going to be a dead fool by the end of all this.

Kyungsoo watched Luhan fume and wondered at how much he seemed like a petulant, rebellious child. Was it because Kyungsoo was wiser in this aspect? Or had he merely seen so much of it that he was numb to that self-righteous anger? “As you said, our biggest threat comes from outside these walls.”

“But not if we kill everyone inside with petty in-fighting!” Luhan snapped back.

Kyungsoo smiled. “Some members of Sunkyungkwan seem to have forgotten their true purpose in striving forward in the name of learning, but not everyone has. Perhaps you should focus on that thought. There is potential for the young scholars to do good again.”

            “What could they possible do other than take sides in this idiotic fight?” Luhan continued to pout.

“It seems to me that a new species has evolved that could wipe us out. It we don’t adapt and evolve ourselves, we will become extinct.”

Luhan’s brow furrowed. “How do we evolve?”

“We’ve been given the faculties to understand the crisis before us. We have surely been given the means to prevent it.” Kyungsoo stood, placing his cup on the table. “In fact, I believe we’ve already been given the first piece of the puzzle.”

He walked toward the back of the library, where a glass case lined one wall. And then he paused. This wasn’t safe. There was no reason to tell Luhan anything. He couldn’t trust him with this kind of information, even if he considered him a friend.

He couldn’t trust anyone with that kind of information. He turned back to Luhan and away from the row of books and the leather-bound volume titled Zoonomia. “…all we can do is try our hardest to learn more on the subject, I suppose.”

This was the kind of thing that had gotten his father killed—free thinking and experimenting against the commonly held belief. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake. Not openly.

“What if humans are just like the rest of the animals on earth? We breed things for traits—dogs, horses, birds. What if nature does the same? Only it doesn’t pick the traits it likes but those that help animals survive. These favorable traits would be passed on as those unfit died and were unable to reproduce.”

His father’s words echoed in his head. He wanted to say them aloud, but he knew he couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. Not until he was certain. So until then he would say no more. He wouldn’t tell Luhan about Charles Darwin, about the places Darwin had visited without RCN in South America and what he’d found there.

His fingers brushed the corner of a large book of bird illustrations. Finches. Finches from different islands with entirely different beak structures, changed due to the environment. He wouldn’t tell Luhan what he’d thought while he’d listened to Darwin’s talk.

“The only way we’d be able to stop all of this idiocy would be by finding a cure.” Luhan muttered, taking another sip of his coffee.

Exactly. Kyungsoo smiled, “Well, that would be preposterous. There is no cure.” Yes there is. “You know perfectly well I have first-hand experience in that regard.”

Luhan shot him an apologetic glance. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” Kyungsoo sighed softly, “I have some papers to grade. I’ll see you tomorrow. I expect a more well-thought out paper next week.”

Luhan grinned. “Of course professor.”

Kyungsoo walked him to the door and stood in the foyer for several minutes afterwards, trembling. He’d almost done something foolish. How could he have been so stupid? No one could know. No one could suspect.

He knew fully well how untrustworthy the world was.

His father had been betrayed by his best friend after all.

“Don’t look, boy.”

Forgetting that would get him killed.


Market Street, Hanseong
Wednesday, 1:42pm, May 25th, 1858

            Zitao didn’t think he’d ever get used to the streets of Hanseong. People shove passed him, shouting in a jumble of Korean and English and he caught barely any of it. A few words here and there, a command or the name of something they were selling or the amount. It was disorienting, to be surrounded by people and hearing bits and snippets of things he could understand while the rest turned into some garbled nonsense. It was almost worse than when they’d landed in Haeju. Not knowing anything had seemed less confusing than knowing only a little.

            He searched subconsciously for Yixing’s hand, but Yixing was carrying a box they’d picked up from the post office full of supplies for Doctor Do, so Zitao settled for clutching his shirt sleeve.

            His older brother looked nonplussed as they walked down Market Street, being shoved and jostled. He seemed determined to make sure whatever Doctor Do had ordered wasn’t broken. Yixing always seemed so calm, but Zitao knew he was on edge. They’d heard the shouting on the street corners, had seen the posters plastered to some of the street lamps.

            Get the Chinese out of Joseon.

            Joseon has no need for immigrant dogs.

            Take back our country!

            Many of the signs had Chinese characters, though they were written predominantly in hangul. Zitao wondered how they expected the Chinese to read the signs if they couldn’t read them. But perhaps the signs weren’t meant for them at all. Maybe they were just there to make people angry.

            People were very angry these days.

            Doctor Do had told them it wasn’t safe to be out past dark. A Chinese merchant had been lynched just the other day. He’d been dragged out of his shop while his wife and children watched. They’d thrown him into the street, covered him in lamp oil, and set him on fire.

            Zitao knew what Yixing was afraid of.

            Baekhyun had come home last night smelling like kerosene.

            “There you two are! Hey! Over here!”

            Both turned to see Chanyeol waving frantically from a market stall on the corner. The two plowed through the sea of bodies and managed to make it to the curb without being trampled though Zitao felt like he’d have a bruise on his shin from a well-placed kick. He wasn’t entirely certain if it had been intentional or not.

            “Come on, they’ve got ox bone soup! I’ve already ordered us some.” He pulled them to one of the small tables that lined the shop. Next to his seat sat a well-sized crate full of metal parts that Zitao couldn’t identify.

            “Parts.” Chanyeol noticed his gaze. “For Jondae’s machines.”

            Zitao nodded, settling down beside his brother. They began eating in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but one of necessity. They’d decided it wasn’t safe to speak in Mandarin out in public, in case anyone realized they were Chinese. Their Korean was too limited to do much in the way of conversation. But it was nice, knowing that Chanyeol was there if anything were to happen.

            Zitao was afraid sometimes, to go to the market. Afraid that when he spoke they’d recognize his accent and he and Yixing would be dragged away and killed. He wondered if there was any place that would be safe for them.

            At least out in the Deadlands they knew who their enemy was.

            “I’m in the process of putting the telegraph machine together. I’ve got everything I need for it now. Once I do I can send back to Haeju and see if anyone knows what happened to Jongdae. Kyungsoo says he hasn’t heard back yet from his contacts.” Chanyeol rambled on, stuffing his mouth with rice. “I’ll start building the printing press, but we can’t do anything without a printing license.” They also didn’t have any stories to print. Jongdae would probably write a scathing expose on the inherent violence of the Korean nationals in Hanseong and get them all lynched. Chanyeol wasn’t going to risk that, especially not when there were two Chinese men living in their house.

            Zitao reached for his cup of tea when movement flickered out of the corner of his eye. Yixing had reached down to massage his leg. Zitao frowned. “Ge…” He whispered softly, “Is it acting up again?”

            Yixing blinked before he gave his little brother a reassuring smile and a shake of his head. “It’s alright.” His ankle ached sometimes, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix with acupuncture. Zitao was already worried out of his mind, Yixing wouldn’t add to that. He was the one that was supposed to be protecting his little brother, not the other way around.

            It was frustrating because there was nowhere to go. No other option than to rely on the kindness of others. They’d spoken with Doctor Do a few weeks ago and he’d said that it didn’t seem likely anyone would be hiring Chinese workers at the moment. It wasn’t safe to do so.

            His little brother was looking to him for a solution and there wasn’t one. It wasn’t a matter of pride, either. Being indebted to someone didn’t bother him the way it did Zitao. He knew Doctor Do was a good person, and he knew he was reliable. He kept his word, and if Yixing were capable of trusting anyone in this world that wasn’t his brother, it would probably be him.

            But it was becoming increasingly unsafe here and he couldn’t rely on someone else to protect them. He needed to think of other options, to have an escape plan if they needed it. They needed another means of survival if something happened.

            Yixing sighed, reaching for his bowl. He needed to focus on the now. It didn’t help to brood. He wasn’t going to come up with a solution by fretting. He just wished that he had some reassurance that they’d survive all of this. A sign that they were going in the right direction.

            “Hello.”

            Zitao nearly dropped the cup he’d been holding. The voice hadn’t been familiar, but the language had. Mandarin. He turned slowly to the tall figure looming above the rest of the crowd.

            Wu Fan.

            Zitao remembered a strange numbness fizzling through his body, before his eyesight went dim and hot rage surged through him. Then Zitao lunged.


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38 comments:

  1. OH MY GOD I LITERALLY SPAZZED OUT WHEN I SAW THIS UPDATE SCREAMING OMG I'M SORRY FOR MY LAMENESS AND CAPSLOCKNESS AND YEAH
    KIM JONGIN YOU FRICKIN FRICK FACE like honestly at this point i just feel pity for a lot of these characters? like minus baekhyun tbh
    LIKE KYUNGSOO MY SON he's trying so hard to be good and to get his man and solve things and SHARE but the fear of following in his father's footsteps to death like damn. Also nerd-out a lil bit when you mentioned Darwin. Really put the timeline in perspective for me!
    I really want to like Luhan and see him as good and eager about solving stuff but I can't help but think he's got some sort of angle going on.
    FRICKIN ALL MY FEELS TO THE REST OF CHINA LINE THO. I really felt their fear? I hurt for them, and I can't even imagine how tired Yixing must be to maintain being a big brother while really having all these problems to deal with, how angry Tao must be at having to see the one that left him and his brother to die, how shitty Wufan must feel to have /left/ them to die. Like really all these feels. How are you going to take responsibility for this!
    Chanyeol is sweetie #1 fosho no doubts. I hope nothing horrible happens to him ;;
    Baekhyun honestly. honsetly. son. boy. bro. get your shit together WAKE UP AND SMELL LOVE NOT BURNING FLESH
    OK BUT ALSO Jongdae being smooth as fuck making coverstories and leading Minseok along like frickin kim jongdae you devious bastard i love you
    BUT MORE THAN JONGDAE AND KYUNGSOO, I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL AND THAT YOU'RE KICKING POSTGRAD'S ASS <33

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    1. THANK YOU! :D I'm so glad you loved it.

      The next chapter is going to be pretty great. Super excited for it. I had an entirely different part with Kyungsoo and Luhan where Kyungsoo explained everything and then I chucked it because it was so compeltely out of character for him at the moment. He would never do something so foolish!

      Baekhyun...that boy...XD

      I am certainly trying to kick postgrad ass. I think I'm succeeding? Haha. Once again, so glad you enjoyed it!

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  2. Hi hi hi hi hi hi. Lucky me hahahaha. To see an update just after a week of finishing it. (Feels sorry for those who waited for months lol) xD
    BUT DUUUUDE you can't just make baby Soo see kai with some ass (while kai is an ass too/not jongin) (but where the fuck is jongin). Though I would very much loved for Soo to kick him and leave. I really really didn't want him to go back there.
    I'm glad he left so fast though. And I'm hurt because of that.
    Jongdae; my man ;) I never thought you would use their stage names really. (Imagine my shock when you used Kai) but Xiumin & Chen too =$
    Jongdae was so smooth, and And minseok was like a lost child clinging into his mom's hand. I wonder what will they find though. I hope they don't get found though I have this feeling someone already knows that Minseok is there. Also, Luhan teaching Minseok some chinese was nice (at least he'll understand some stuff if shits went wrong) (THEY WILL)
    Joonmyun is just being dragged everywhere, do that don't do that. Ah; I really thought Lord Oh was gonna say something rude to him or something like that. But I'm sure he wasn't so happy with Joony comment.
    "Joonmyun had thought the mood had been ruined the moment he’d walked inside and seen this group of men sitting at a table" I feel you man. That's me 24/7. Uh I really pity him.
    And damn, I kinda knew Soo was working on a cure but I had this feeling you wanted us to think that but then you'll tell us he was working on something else. I'm glad he didn't Luhan, it's too soon. I don't trust anyone here.
    Baek. Idiot. Dumb. Ass. Dumbo. Goon. Woodenhead. Jackass. Byunass. I just wanna go in and slap him an infinite amount of times. Yixing has every right to be scared of him. And he (baek) should be kicked in the ass. I hope Soo finds out about him & I WISH that when Chan finds out, he'll punch him. .. Sehun too. That dunce wants to get himself killed.
    And (applause) for the ending. I never thought that Wu fan would appear like wohooo there. And Tao hitting him would be the best thing happening (because he deserves it) (I'm still pissed off at the contracts /WTF)I hope no one pays attention to them.
    Okay that's it. I hope I didn't forget anything.
    Thank you so much for the update.
    Go kick some asses. You can do it :D

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    1. XD I'm so glad you liked it! Now that Wu Fan is here, Tao and Lay are going to be much more active characters. They've kind of just gone with wherever the wind takes them but now they're going to find the means to do this on their own, and I'm super excited for it. XD

      Sehun and Baekhyun...my two little idiots.

      I feel the worse for Joonmyun. Like, he is really just being pulled everywhere without being able to make decisions on his own. I feel really bad for him. Of course, I'm the one who is making them all go through this so I guess it's my fault. XD I hope you continue to enjoy!

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  3. oh mY GOD OH MY GoD IT'S HERE

    I'm so happy you are okay, and I'm having so many mixed feelings (all of which are positive) rn ajidkdpdpaowkd ♡♡ I didn't read the chapter yet, I'm saving it for when I'm going to bed, but I'm already so excitEEEDD
    thank you so much for this update !! Love you and your writing ; u ;

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    1. :D I'm so glad you're excited. I hope you like the chapter!

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  4. Oh my, Baekhyun, that boy, needs serious help. I hope Chanyeol does follow him and knock some sense into his head. He will get himself in trouble with the demonstrations he's attending! Sehun as well. He's one of the leaders of this movement, right? While we can't blame them for anything because it's their survival instincts fueling their drives, it's really horrible how their minds are working now. I used to have this impression that Luhan was another self-righteous brat but it seems he's one of the most sensible characters in the story. Too bad he's just another immigrant and can't do anything about things.

    Ohhh. I was left to believe Kyungsoo felt disgust with Kai's profession before, even though it didn't make sense because he was a doctor, but now i'm sure there's more to it, something more 'personal'. Was he disappointed? Jealous, perhaps? Kyungsoo is so ambiguous, like, even if he's speaking in his pov i can't seem to fully understand his thoughts... What are his experiments about? What does he mean when he said they have the first piece of the puzzle? Does he have the formula for a cure? God, so many questions!

    I totally saw that coming, Zitao's reaction to Yifan. Is he so naive to think it was fine to approach them? He's gonna get the beating he deserves!

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    1. Baekhyun and Sehun are definitely going to realize that they are in over their heads. Just not yet. XD And Yes, Luhan is a tricky character to categorize, isn't he? He comes off to others in a very different way than he thinks. Yeah, with Kyungsoo, it definitely isn't Kai's profession. Kyungsoo I think is angry with himself because he knows not to trust people yet he trusted Jongin a bit and was lied to. He's beating himself up more than anything else for letting it happen. And yeah, I think he's definitely a little jealous. Hehe. Ah, I can't give everything away about Kyungsoo, but he does indeed have the first piece of his puzzle.

      Zitao and Yifan are gonna be great. I'm looking forward to their next few scenes.

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    2. don't let the babies get hurt before that happens! T.T oh, i din't think about kyungsoo's trust issues as being a reason but now that you said it, it makes perfect sense. but he must also understand kai's situation... that part about him listening to darwin's lecture really makes me wanna think but not much about his research and experiments have been revealed yet and it makes my heart hurt! ugh. i'm really glad to hear you're finally settling in and doing well! i hope with that comes regular updates too hehe i can't wait too long my head will explode!

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  5. I was so excited to see this updated, I did a little dance!
    Unfortunately, I'm super busy with school right now, but I want you to know that a long comment is forthcoming...
    I'm so glad to hear things are going well for you, and want you to know I'll never lose hope no matter how long you take to write.
    Writing's hard especially when you have a lot on your plate.

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    2. I'm back.... finally (it only took a month.......)
      ah, I love this world and I love how realistic your characterisations are. there's something to be said for characters so stubborn you want to just knock them over the head, haha.
      everyone has their struggles and their inner motivations and they seem rounded and it's very nice.
      I feel for Kyungsoo, if only he trusted a little more (although he has every reason to be cautious and feel the way he does). I feel for Zitao and Yixing, it must be so scary being surrounded by such unadulterated hatred and misguided blame. I even feel for Sehun (or at least his frustration at how his father sees him), he's very immature and his goals aren't the best (haha) but I can see a lot of potential for growth with him (and I'd assume there'd have to be a lot considering possible futures you've hinted at ;) )
      I probably say this every time I comment, but I always look forward to your updates no matter how sporadic they may be and I don't want you to ever feel pressured or like you're letting us down by taking so long to update. Life happens.
      All the best!
      (I accidentally published with a blogger profile even though I don't have one whoops ;;;)

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  6. I barely held in a squeal when I saw that you had updated! I love this world that you have created so much...it's so intricate and interesting and different from the few steampunk novels I've read. All the details of this world really complete the tangibility and power of your story. I wish you could make this world into a real novel hehe. I think it's amazing that you manage to maintain the continuity of multiple story lines while the tone of each still matches up with what is going on for other characters at the time. The amount of thought you put into maintaining characterisation and plot is so evident. It's truly incredible that you are able to maintain that over such long periods of writing time! I really love your characters. I can't wait to see what happens next, though I understand taking all the time you need. All the hard work you put into writing this is really appreciated!
    I barely read any fic, but this is something I always come back to check on and I am always pleasantly surprised as I am reminded of how much I love your story.
    I'm so happy that things are going well for you and I hope things stay that way or get even better! Wishing you all the best. Muah~!

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    1. Ah, I'm so glad you like it! The hardest part is definitely writing after a long period of time and keeping the style the same. Which is why it sometimes takes so long to get a chapter out because I end up editing everything because it sounds off. XD Thank you, and I hope you continue to give the story lots of love.

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  7. reread this over the past two days and relayed all my reactions to a friend (which i wont be showing you for the sake of my dignity- lots of yelling)
    i love the worldbuilding this fic has- for the longest time i really believed that the sections at the beginning of each chapter were real, but they aren't yet they still are? theyre fascinating and they add so much depth to the story i cant thank you enough for writing this

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    1. Sorry I didn't respond sooner! I'm so glad you love the little parts at the beginning. I spend a lot of time trying to make them seem realistic. I think world-building is important for any story. I'm glad that it's adding depth to this story. Hopefully now that I am on break from school I can write a bit more. :D

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  8. Hi! new reader here:) Your work is fantastic! I'm mesmerized by this universe, characters, style, everything! Thank you for writing and sharing this! Now I'm joining all these people patiently waiting this story to continue:) it's definitely worth all the waiting. Good luck with everything!

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    1. I'm so glad you like it! I am almost finished with the chapter for one of my other stories and then I'll be back for this one. :D I have it mostly planned out, so that helps.

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  9. You're back <333 Incredible update, as usual. How is it that you manage to entrap my attention with every sentence? I'm pretty much convinced its impossible for you to write anything but gold lol
    Oh my gosh Kyungsoo and Jongin are seriously tugging at my heart strings right now. Arrrggghhh why can't these two babus overcome their differences and realize they're in love already ; m ; I find myself eagerly reading their scenes, hoping they'll sort out their messes out and just be happy together, but I always finish with an aching heart. I know it'll never be that simple between these two (and that's partly the beauty of it hehe), but I'm comforted by the fact that they do end up together eventually, if that little book exert you wrote in your earlier chapters is anything to go by xD

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    1. Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it. Kyungsoo and Jongin are arguably my favorite couple and so will be getting more attention. I try not to be biased but...>.>

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  10. Hi! I saw a rec for this story and came to read it, but the formatting of your website with a dark background w/ white text is really difficult for me to read. Is there another place I could read this with a white background w/ black text? Sorry :/

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    1. Hi! I am sorry that the text is difficult to read. I am in the process of uploading the story onto either my AO3 or my livejournal. Once I finish that, I will post a link to it and try to reply to this comment again so you'll see it.

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    2. Thank you! AO3 (or LJ, but the formatting there seems to mess up on mobile) would be much appreciated :)

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  11. i just left you a comment on ao3 a little while ago but LET ME SCREAM AT YOU HERE AS WELL

    i had forgotten how much i love this universe. i was so glad to come back and find two chapters i haven't read. your characterizations are so deep and nuanced and REAL and i just - //heavy breathing

    with that said, i prooooobably shouldn't have started this so late. it's now past my old-lady bedtime and i have to work in the morning. bleh.

    i see that you're studying overseas! good for you omg. good luck with it! and thank you for sticking with writing, even when life makes it hard. i know what a challenge that can be.

    (this is ao3 unniebee / lj queenbee-12, btw. blogger wouldn't let me log in.)

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  12. Hey, I think your story is incredible! You're an amazing writer, and the characters feel so real. The plotline is not only smooth, but also very unique. You did a great deal of research for this, and it shows. I don't know how often you update this blog, but I really hope you continue. It's such a great story, and I, as well as many others, would be sorely disappointed if you didn't finish. Please update soon, and good luck with your studies/work!

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  13. In the parts where you use the "text sources" and such, other than the obvious ones about zombies and such, i had to double check some of the "facts" because they sounded so realistic. It was like "Did this actually happen? It sounds so like it has". And i don't mean the overall concept, but the small details, such as the church vandalism.

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  14. I'M YELLING I read the 5 chapters you had up on ao3 and assumed I'd have to wait ages for the 6th but I hadn't realised you had a whole 13 chapters out over here! This is so so so fantastic. Your writing is incredible and I love all the characters so much. KaiSoo's dynamic is one that I adore and I honestly wonder under what circumstances their paths will cross again - by the looks of it, unless Jongin actively seeks Kyungsoo out the only chance of a meeting would be by chance. Ahhhhhhhhh I sincerely hope you consider continuing this!

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  15. I agree with all of these comments on here, I've been following this story for a while and you really have a way about world-building and interpersonal relationships that's quite deep and fulfilling to read. I enjoy every word, and I'm always wondering what's around the corner. I hope everything is going well with your work, etc, if you were to update this I'd probably actually cry

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  16. I don't know why I just discovered this story, but it's great! I'd really love it if you could finish it! You really have talent and this story deserves to be read by a lot of people. My favorite characters are Kyungsoo, Luhan and of course Jongdae.

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  17. This story is awesome! I hope you're gonna update sooner :) this reminds me so much of AoT. Also this easily tops in one of the best fanfics that I am reading.

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  18. I read this in one sitting , this is just so good.The characters ,PLOT and everthing ! ( The walls remind me of an anime called attack on titan ) My mind is kinda fogged up right now,i would comment more coherently if i actually slept :)
    ( This is what i get for staying awake for tge past 42 hours ) dont ever try it(~@@)~
    What i also love about tgis ff is the comments are entertaining and they sum up my feels for this ff.

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  19. I discovered this FF on Ao3 yesterday. I was devastated when I saw there were only 5 chapters posted. Luckily I found you blog, I absolutely needed to read the rest. I read the remaining chapters all in one sitting and I can't wait to know how the story develops. This FF has easily won its place in my top 5 favorites of all time. Author-nim, please promise you'll finish writing this masterpiece!
    Sincerely,
    one of your many fans

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  20. hello! omg how can i only find this fic? this is so good! thank you for sharing this story and you're a good writer and i cant wait to find out what happens next :)

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  21. I literally spent the entire weekend reading this fic instead of studying for finals. I'm SO AMAZED with the worldbuilding, and the historical X zombies X exo is everything I've ever wanted and more. If you come back to this story one day, I'll definitely be the first to read the updates! If not, that's alright too, things happen, people grow older and sometimes things just don't work out. Either way I'm glad that you shared this amazing work with us and I'm thankful that I got to read this far. Best of luck!

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  22. Please continue this i'm so into it you write so well!!!! Anyways goodluck with life i guess and i hope you find some time for thisss :( thank you

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  23. I'm glad to see other comments here from not so long ago (considering the posting date). I too still love this story and hold out hope. I have always kept this bookmarked, and now that I'm stuck indoors have been thinking about it again.
    As an author who has let things slip with the best of intentions I just want to post my love for this story not to try and entice an update, but just to say this has really made a huge impact on me.w

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  24. I've been waiting for the next chapter for 5 years already TT Are you still writing it Because it's so fcking good

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  25. Hey! I knw its been way too long since u've put up this story n u might not even read this comment, but still.........this was super amazing!! The pace n flow of the story was great. The characterization was pretty realistic n nothing sugar coated (no protagonist is always a saint, we all have our shortcomings n toxic traits, everyone is selfish to an extent) n this was a very attractive point about this fic. The little literary snippets at the top were quite helpful too! N overall the story was interesting n kept me going w/o me even realising (haha) even tho I avoid reading long fic as I usually tend to loose interest half way through.
    So ya...thanks for writing till wherever it is u could!!

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