Chapter 39 Fighting Blind in the Smoke

The smell of wet ox fur and oiled leather grounded me. My hand gripped the rough wooden harness of Im Tae-Rin’s cart. The wood was damp, digging slightly into my calluses.

I didn't turn my head to look at the alley across the cobblestone street. I didn't need to. I could hear the faint, uneven brea...