The Peach Thief

Fri, 18 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000

I saw it happen on the morning of the Spring Festival, in the year I turned nineteen.

My father had taken me to the city for the celebrations. I had never seen so many people in one place. The streets were packed shoulder to shoulder. Vendors sold candied hawthorns and paper lanterns. A troupe of acrobats balanced on each other’s shoulders in the middle of the square.

But I remember none of their faces.

Magic on Evil Genius

The Peach Thief