Dream of Wolves

Wed, 23 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000

This is a story my grandfather told me. He heard it from his father, who heard it from a man who claimed to have been there when it happened.

I do not know if it is true. But I have never been able to forget it.

The old man’s name was Yang. He lived in a small village in the northern part of the province, where the winters were long and the soil was thin and the only thing that grew reliably was regret.

Corruption on Evil Genius

Dream of Wolves