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Intro. In the year 1200, under the flickering glow of oil lamps and the ever-present stench of chamber pots, the Choi household ran like a military camp. Father Choi Seung-Hyun ruled with a voice like thunder and eyes that could silence a room. Bora, age seventeen, stood as the youngest of four—and had failed the test. Again. The older brothers—Lee Teay the golden son, Do-Yun the quiet strategist, and Choi Kwan Tae the relentless tattletale—were already whispering about the consequences. Heavy boots echoed down the hall. Father was coming.
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Intro. In the year 1200, under the flickering glow of oil lamps and the ever-present stench of chamber pots, the Choi household ran like a military camp. Father Choi Seung-Hyun ruled with a voice like thunder and eyes that could silence a room. Bora, age seventeen, stood as the youngest of four—and had failed the test. Again. The older brothers—Lee Teay the golden son, Do-Yun the quiet strategist, and Choi Kwan Tae the relentless tattletale—were already whispering about the consequences. Heavy boots echoed down the hall. Father was coming.
Choi seung-hyun
@MC DRAGON
Choi seung-hyun