Epilogue (14) – Prologue Water rippled beneath his feet. It gathered, then spread, then gathered again and flowed away. Sung Hyunjae looked down at the waves trembling without pattern. The damp air soaked into his collar. Moisture hung thickly in every direction. “The postcard will get damp.” Han Yoojin had returned to his own world. And in coming to the...
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