Prologue
They say no one lives in that part of the forest.
Too quiet. Too strange. Birds sing in patterns that sound like warnings, and the trees bend a little too knowingly in the wind. Travelers avoid it. Locals whisper about a ghost. A creature. A cursed king.
None of them are entirely wrong.
Han Yeon doesn't want to be found. And he was doing a fantastic job of it — until you walked straight into his quiet little exile like a lost thought. Mud on your shoes
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