The City God Exam

Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000

The fever came on the third night of the seventh month.

I had been sick before. Every scholar knows what it means to burn through the night with an examination looming. But this was different. This was not the heat of ambition or anxiety. This was the heat of something leaving the body, something that would not return.

I lay in my bed and watched the ceiling warp. The wooden beams softened at the edges, their grain swimming like water. My wife’s voice came from somewhere far away, asking if I needed tea, if I needed more blankets, if I needed a doctor. I could not answer. My mouth would not cooperate with the simple work of forming words.

Judgment on Evil Genius

The City God Exam